PEN BLOCK
I lost my taste in writing because my saliva dried in my mouth, unable to secrete the enzymes in my brain. My mind wandered in the depths of my thoughts, too deep for my brain to process my words. The appetite I once had for writing and expressing myself turned to misery, Unable to wield a pen, ink my papers, or tap my touchpads. Often, I attempted to clear my disconnection from writing, but I could not find my place. Days, weeks, months, and years passed, yet the ink of my pens and touchpads remained dry. My love for poetry ran deep, capable of moving mountains, summoning storms, and pouring down rains. I had friends who knew my poetry and writing skills; their opinions of me were endless. It was evident I had many expectations to meet. I used writing to satisfy myself, but it seemed I had built an audience seeking more knowledge through my words. I spoke with people who could help me understand my situation. They told me I was afflicted by a disease writers often face. " PEN BL...
