This is what writer’s block looks like:
A woman sitting in a chair,
still thinking of herself as a girl—
as someone with more tomorrow’s
And because she doesn’t know if this is true,
there is an urgency to say it all. Everything.
To shock herself by writing down
those things she wants known
but shouldn’t risk saying.
There are so many others she depends on
who might withdraw their respect
or their love if they knew
what she was capable of thinking.
And so she sits for a long time, considering.
Vincent van Gogh