A written line
Erased again
Burning of rubber
Eraser shavings spread about
The sound of ripping paper
Wrinkled
There is no way to phrase
Your feelings
Stuck
Pencil dull at the tip
You can't explain something this strong
Writers never tell
Their secret
Words go through your head
Over and over
Closing your mind
You doodle
Out comes a picture
That is unexplainable
An idea comes to you
Through the picture
Writing it
Pause not deleting
Finding the answer
No secret just searching
