Often it’ll send me into rage,
the mind trapped within the cage,
words refuse to take the stage,
and spill upon this page.

I push and push, seeking flow,
but the fire within burns low,
deep breaths I take in slow,
stoking flames, coaxing it to grow.

With grace the fire will ignite,
and bring an end to my plight,
words with mind, no longer fight,
finally illuminated by fire’s light.

Finally words come, determinately they spill,
no longer the silence in my head to kill,
it died reluctantly, by my will,
now the empty page I fill.