The Wall of Writer's Block

By Archana Ramakrishnan

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 The wall spoke,
 Of how tall her inhibitions stood,
 Of how her sanity it consumed,
 Of how all her fears only fumed.

"Stop, you failure! "
"You've had zilch successes all through this year."
 "Your words are incomprehensible, incoherent even,"
 "Inadequate, incompetent, I can name a list of ten."
 "Don't you realise that you're an excuse of a writer?"
 "That for a losing cause, you're a fighter?"
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The wall roared, yelled even louder, 
 The demons that surrounded her just couldn't be prouder,
 And bit by bit, the wall grew in enormity, 
Shadowing Miss Writer's mind in total obscurity.
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In the next moment of a revolution, one look was all it took,
To understand a reality clear enough, that her world shook.
 It wasn't the wall that was at it with the retorts, 
 But it was her own skeptic voice, that echoed back like darts.
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 Coming to her senses, she grabbed her pen, 
>She wrote on the wall, strong, emboldening words that did defend.
Tearing it down- the wall that held doubts, fears and every unanswered question,
 She saw it all crumble down and come undone,
 And, then, there were none.