Writer’s Block

Blink. Blink. Blink.

Jumping cursor on my screen,

Feels akin to staring

Mi corazón monitor screen.

My entire vida,

Bane of my existence,

Hinging on a fragile line.

Should that line stop moving

Forward, up and down,

La Vida as I once knew it. Over.

Should my sheets of paper

Be devoid of thoughts.

Should all words cease flowing

Muerta.

© Christine Dexter is a self-taught artist who enjoys trying different styles and challenging herself with new techniques. Her favorites are acrylic paintings and fine, detailed penwork.