Writer’s block

I used to struggle with the words, 

Used to engage in a losing battle with them. 

Telling them to go away while begging them to stay. 

They weren’t flowery enough for me, 

Didn’t seem to sound like anything else I had read by authors I admired. 

Then I realised that life had already given me the words and my head constantly singing them. 

Every single one of my experiences brimming with the potential to be beautiful, 

After that, my writer’s block ceased. 

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