Staring at a blank white page
Struggling to open the gates and let the words spill forth
My thoughts are corrupted and entangled in sticky webs
Nothing but snow and static are reaching the transmitters
I'm blocked by emotional and psychological barricades
Forcing me to withdraw and hold back the tide
There are times when inspiration comes like a rocket
It's all I can do to just steer the crazy thing
Other times, like today, my fingers are heavy like anvils
They crawl and lurch over the keyboard with labored defiance
My heart is working against me, and my heart always has the upper hand
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