In Search of Inspiration

Writer’s block—
an unfortunate predicament,
a miserable place to be.

A place I resolve,
or at least try,
to avoid at all costs—
and yet,
I find myself here
more often than I care to admit.

A quiet kind of frustration seeps in,
uninvited,
when writer’s block
finds its way onto my pages—
when all I want is to write,
something, anything,
worth writing,
worth reading,
worth holding on to.

But I’m too stubborn
to walk away.

I don’t close the book,
I don’t shut the laptop.

Instead, I linger—
looking for something
to hold on to,
something that might begin a sentence.

Because inspiration…
is everywhere.

It hides in plain sight—
in nature,
in memories,
in passing moments,
in the world as it moves around me,
in the quiet act
of observing others.

Inspiration is everywhere;
it always has been.

And sometimes,
I find it
in the words of others.

In blog posts,
in stories,
in poems—
shared by writers
from different corners of the world.

In their words,
I find my inspiration—
a way to return to my own,
the motivation
to write.

So I read,
often,
always.

And somewhere within that,
I find myself hoping
that my fellow writers
keep writing—
forever,
more,
better,
truer.

Not entirely out of kindness.

There is a quiet selfishness to it—
a need, almost.

Because somewhere
in their words,
I find my way back to mine—
so easily,
so quietly,
so beautifully.

This piece is written in response to the three hundredth edition of Fiction Monday inspired by the word prompt – RESOLVE hosted by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.