I looked back
And I thought
What a long way
I have come…
I looked ahead
And I thought
What a long way
I still need to go…
My destination appears nowhere in sight…
My journey remains endless…
As I lie down to rest,
My legs feel weary,
But Sleep, like a truant child,
Teases my eyes, refuses to bring any comfort…
Something snaps inside me;
My body twists and contorts in pain,
My soul writhes in agony and the cauldron of my being shakes violently
With the force of my raging emotions.
As I hold my breath, I brace myself,
for the birth of my new story, long, difficult, and painful…
Jasbir Chatterjee
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/writer-s-block-86/
