Poem #214 Words

Words don't come easy,

214 days of writing

and the inspiration keeps on getting weaker,

muses more distant,

creativity almost dried up,

and on some days,

writing feels like I am a blind man

groping in the dark for

a nugget of wisdom to share.

I'mma keep going,

keep pushing,

'cause even at night time

the sun still remains over the horizon

maybe if I keep walking

I'll see the light again.