The dry spell

Sometimes we hit a dry spell
A period of time when nothing works
Luck runs out
The words stop flowing
Rejection slips abound
And despair lurks around every corner
Poised as if to leap
Grasp
Choke
And end things
Once and for all

Itís like holding your breath
For days at a time
Suffocating
Or drowning
While you sink heavily
An anchor
A chunk of concrete
An engine block
Youíre a lost cause
Descending endlessly
Down
Down
Lost below the surface
Of any kind of hope

Casting your fate to the wind
You hear no echo
No reply
No answer
And no sound at all
Nothing but silence
And yet you plod onward
Unbowed
Determined
Resolute
Unvanquished




















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