Writer’s Block

I wake up every day

to the nagging fear

that perhaps I have nothing

important to say

and maybe

all the coffee

in all the world

is still not enough

to muster up something new

and what if there was more

to experience right now?

would I have more to say?

or would I find another way,

another reason

to retreat

into a self-fulfilling prophecy

of insufficiency

by Adair-Hayes Brown