I want to write but... Nothing?
Why. Not. ?
I keep looking for a purpose in every cell block that encases my mind and I'm stumbling.
Why yes, this is a poem about how I have writer's block.
Why yes, I have lost my purpose for everything, even to write.
Why yes, it hurts to merely think of composing strands of words together to form simple sentences that structure minute thoughts.
I delve into the deepest cubicles in my dormant dungeon I call a brain, and yet still I come up empty.
How is that so?
But.
This. Is. My. World.
So.
What is writer's block?
Is it not knowing what to write about?
Or not having a purpose?
About the Creator
Guided by conscious wisdom: The journey of Elara....
In the heart of Eldoria, a land steeped in mystery and magic, there lived a young maiden named Elara. Her spirit burned bright like the sun, illuminating the lives of all who knew her. But little did she know, she carried within her the light of the nation, destined to shine forth in the darkest of times.Elara's journey began not with a grand proclamation, but with a whisper carried on the wind. It spoke of a prophecy, centuries old, foretelling the rise of a darkness that threatened to engulf the land. And in the midst of this darkness, a beacon of hope would emerge – the chosen one, marked by destiny, to lead the people out of shadow and into the light.With trepidation in her heart but determination in her eyes, Elara heeded the call of destiny. She left behind the comfort of her home and the warmth of her family, venturing into the unknown with nothing but faith to guide her.As she journeyed through the enchanted forests of Eldoria, Elara encountered both wonders and perils. She met creatures of myth and legend, some offering aid while others sought to hinder her path. But through it all, she remained steadfast, her spirit unwavering in the face of adversity.Along the way, Elara discovered the depths of her own strength and courage. She learned to harness the magic that flowed through her veins, drawing upon it to overcome the trials that lay in her wake. And with each victory, the light within her burned brighter, a beacon of hope for all who dared to believe.But the path of destiny is never easy, and Elara's journey was no exception. She faced hardships that tested her resolve, doubts that threatened to extinguish the flame of her spirit. Yet through every setback, she found the strength to rise again, her faith in her purpose unwavering.At last, Elara reached the Temple of Destiny, a place where the threads of fate converged and the future of Eldoria hung in the balance. Here, she would confront the darkness that threatened to consume her homeland, armed with nothing but her courage and the light that burned within her.The battle that ensued was fierce and unforgiving, a clash of titans that shook the very foundations of the world. But in the end, it was Elara's unwavering resolve that proved victorious. With a final burst of light, she banished the darkness from the land, restoring peace and balance to Eldoria once more.But victory came at a cost. As the dust settled and the echoes of battle faded away, Elara felt the weight of her journey bearing down upon her. The sacrifices she had made, the hardships she had endured – they had taken their toll, leaving her weary and worn.And yet, as she stood amidst the ruins of the Temple of Destiny, Elara felt a sense of peace wash over her. For though her journey had been long and difficult, she had emerged stronger, wiser, and more resilient than ever before.As the sun rose on a new day, casting its golden light upon the land, Elara knew that her journey was far from over. But with the light of the nation burning bright within her, she faced the future with hope in her heart and determination in her soul.And so, the tale of Elara, the light of the nation, became legend, inspiring generations to come with her courage, her strength, and her unwavering belief in the power of destiny. For in her, they saw not just a hero, but a beacon of hope in the darkest of times.
By Eric anexis 6 days ago in Poets
The Business of Nature
Dew drops reflected the light of the sun. The inhabitants of Whispering Woods woke up to the golden droplets of water on the leaves of the flora. The oaks particularly enjoyed the light and the maples did, too. Happiness enveloped all who lived there, even the rocks that cried out in the night delighted in the morning.
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