Loss for words

I am sometimes at a loss for the right words, words that so desperately want to be written. I like to call myself a writer, someone who can spin a yarn, create a tear, and capture my readers' attention with every sentence but Lately, everything inside of me is a darkness void of phrases and creativity of any kind.

Have all my words been used I wonder? Have I reached a pinnacle in my life when the ink dries up and I'm left with only what I have already put on paper? I hope that’s not the case but, this so-called writers' block has sunk its teeth into me and I fear won't be leaving any time soon.

In years past, I would be staring at a pile of crumpled up paper, half-written pieces of my thoughts that ran out of meaning after a few short sentences. Today I hit the delete key more often than not throwing the likes of the crumpled up paper in the garbage can of space. That gives me an empty feeling knowing I can't look at that pile and my attempts at perfection.

I will keep writing. I have to-it's the stories that define me and keeps a record of who I was and tried to be. Its a library of my thoughts and memories packaged in a volume of words to be read by future generations of my bloodline. It’s the only real way anybody will get to know the real me.

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