Can be so painful sometimes.
Especially when life takes your voice away. Writing a poem no longer feels like a skill or a hobby, it becomes a task. A life or death situation that no one can save you from but yourself, words just drift around your head space; tortuous banner, taking away any ability to relieve your stress.
I imagine that is what writers block feels for you as well?
Every once in a while I stare at my blog post drafts and sigh, what the hell is drying up my creative juices these days?
Oh well. I read somewhere that “If you can’t be a poet, be the poem.” So I will continue to live my life until a movement moves and then soothes me.