Version: 1

Blocked

Version: 2

Blocked

Immaculate,
Llike virgin snow.
Untouched
by human hands.
I stare
at the stark white sheet.
Where are the words?
Not a clue.
No words in my head.
Words
like bricks
tumbling out of
a muddled mind,
building structures,
tarnishing
the white carpet
beneath.
But, hey!
What's this?
A page full of words
forming a pattern,
coming from within,
gracing the chaste white paper.
I am blocked
no more.