Poetry · Writing

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writers block

took me out back

and beat me with bats

like office space.

talked a lot of shit

thought it would never happen to me

been a rough few years.

motivation, i find myself thinking about

motivation, what motivates

how to

where when

how to stay motivated,

when the bats

came swinging down

i can’t remember

what that felt like-

it’s a blur

trauma blocked,

the last swing

left a bruise under my right eye

my good eye

& now

i wanna protect what i have left

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