A Prayer For Rain

[kraant]

There was a time for me
when writing was easy
I just had to wait for the mood
to take me and
I could write forever
Well perhaps not forever
but I remember when
the words like melange flowed
Must flow
I would write and write
until I couldn't sit still
then I would walk and walk
sipping on caffeine
chaining cancer
writing essays in my head
actually no my bad
writing then editing
the whole thing
in my head
I kid you fucking not
Goddamn I miss it
until every word
exactly where it should be
I typed them out
every sentence
Like a composer conducting his own symphony
feeling every crest and trough
every theme
every idea
The worst writers block
is the realization that
writing always reveals
more about yourself
than what you want to write
I realized that
one of the many things I learnt
about writing back then
but now it's killing me
it's not just that the words
won't come
The few that do just
scrutinized rejected
until nothing is left
So stripped of all art
Then to craft I must turn
Like a humble mason
cutting then placing stone
Like a great architect
Directing that work
I craft

My wish... Granted.