When the world asks me to write.

I can’t write 

I can’t write. 

I’m in crisis and I’m feeling tight

I can’t write.

How can I be when I can’t write?

I look left and right, I tell my mother and cousins 

Hey 

I can’t write, I can’t write.

They look amazed- so what? We too can’t write,

And it’s alright.

But I insist- I can’t write, I can’t write

And I want to write

It’s the only way I can exist in this place of plight,

I must write

But I can’t write

Does that mean I am not ?

Do I stop existing when I don’t find words that rhyme

Or a form that fits 

Or an image that sheds light?

I can’t write, I can’t write

I tell my friends and my partner at first sight,

It’s okay- you will soon write but not tonight.

I can’t write, I can’t write

I cry myself to keep up the fight 

To try to hone my writing guns

For a time to come.