Sometimes I readily find the right words to use,
Inspirations flow like the gushing waters of Niagara Falls,
Metaphors connect coherently and succinctly,
At such times, the speed of my writing becomes faster than sprinting,
Like a hermit, I withdraw into the cores of my mind,
To produce through the maze of thoughts, readable words for my audience,
I chuckle as I savour the rush of endorphins the moment brings.

Other times, my mind goes numb and frozen like ice packs,
Inspiration for a single line eludes and abandons me like a bride jilted,
I struggle as I drown in the cacophony of nonsensical ken,
At such times, I have discovered;
That the thoughts and words I wrote down earlier becomes my saviour,
I run to them with an open mind embracing their succour,
They fill my mind with creative imagination and originality,
Relieved, I begin to weave many a word for my waiting readers.

Also check my notes on The Writer and His Thoughts

Daily Prompt: Maze

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