I can’t write anything.
Every time I start to write something,
I get in the middle of another thought,
then accidentally blend them,
and then they make no sense.
What am I going to do?
Writing is the only way I can express myself.
And if I can’t write anything,
I’ll never get anywhere with my feelings.
Maybe this is what they call a writer’s slump,
but whatever it is… it’s stealing my heart
and keeping me from sharing with the world.
And I have so much to share.
If only I could get it out.

3-19-91 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)