I'll be around, never fear!

As I sit on the park bench over yonder

Tis life, love and writing that I ponder

People walk by and then notice my brow

It gets wrinkled when I think, somehow

“Are you alright ma’am, can I help you?”

I say “I’m just fine,” so they don’t pursue

My mind feels the pressures of ambition

But empty pages, the result of my omission

My words shatter apart as they are formed

Leaving my sentences to remain unadorned

The fickle finger of fate pops thought bubbles

This loss of control, the cause of my troubles

For three months solid the words just flowed

Now the great river has become a dusty road  

I think it may be time to pursue other interests

Perhaps I will catch up on my reading requests

I don’t need consoling or even written hugs

I am not sick and dying or turning to drugs

I wrote this just in case you fans came around

And worried because no new work was found

The fact that good writing is never forced

Is a solid idea that I’ve always endorsed

Freedom from the pressure I put on myself

Enables me to enjoy reading on my bookshelf