Edgard Canales P (Nicaragua)
I had writer's block for a long time in my life,
It was like the fire in my soul just died.
I tried to write,
but my ideas weren't too bright.
I tried to do what's right,
because my guilty conscience didn't let me sleep at night.
I saw a light
and I grabbed it,
Grudges in my heart so I stabbed it.
Instantly it cleared my mind,
I just had to put it all behind,
so the clouds cloud clear and my pen could shine.
I knew God would send a sing,
in every verse,
and every line
blessed and divine.
The ideas just started popping up
with my pen and my pad on mission to change my luck.
No longer stuck but
Now couldn't stop writing
clever and witty
breath of fresh air
when the tip of my pen touches paper
adrenaline rushes like 2 lions fighting.
My first title read:
'The First Real Tear I Ever Shed'
I wanted to be dead.
I wrote about my life instead.
For 2 little girls,
who changed my entire world.
I wrote about it all
every single thing I saw.
I just had to paint a picture,
whether it was about life
Or my mother and how much I missed her,
about my brother and my sisters.
My nephews and my daughters
and how the distance makes it harder
to be the decent father,
I would like to be.
Living proof errors and mistakes don't come cheep.
Tired of these dead end jobs with unfair wages,
from this moment forward
I write the words to my life's future pages.
No more writer's block
No rabbit foot or lucky sock
Dream big but hustled harder to reach the top.
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