She sits next to me
Gently encouraging the stroke of my pen
Her hand on mine
We trace, create, a world of our own
_____He hovers over me
_____His breath leaking into, blurring my mind
_____His hands form a barrier
_____We destroy, hesitate, doubt our abilities
You would never tell
The truth hidden in plain sight
_____She and He
_____My Muse and my Block
_____In one body: My Own.
***This whimsical poem was inspired by a conversation that I had with E. Michael Helms, Mrs. M, and Diana on last weeks “Not Him Again…” post. In our discussions we considered the relationship between our Writing Muse and Writer’s Block. I hypothesized that they were the same person or perhaps brother and sister. Today, I think I’ve found the answer, they are the same person and that person is YOU.***
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