Muffled the voice,
I struggled,
Told the devil, make it stop.
I wanted it to end. Now.
I was tired of holding back,
Of stopping myself.
My body convulsed,
I rubbed the sweaty palms on my thigh,
Tried again.
Failed.
My eyes were red,
Filled with agony, restlessness.
Moreover, helplessness.
My hands were feeble,
Thud.
The pen fell for the 10th time in the span of 2 minutes.
It was a block,
A mental block,
A creative block.
I laughed at my inefficacy,
Didn’t even realize when it turned into tears flowing down.
Dejected.
My body recoiled.
I dazed through the day,
I heard the angel,” wake up little one, it’s time to try”
I couldn’t imagine one more rejection from my own self,
But I had to try.
Took a deep breath,
Took the pen and screamed,
“ I will not let the gag control me anymore.”
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