Tomorrow I said, the words will come, a new day, the words will come. But tomorrow has come and gone, and not just once, a week of tomorrows and more, still no words.
A week and more of glorious autumn days, some with rolling grey skies, and some cornflower blue, dripping with beauty, but still no words.
Odd lines spluttered and squeezed, forced through a strangled nib. Fingers agitated, tapping out crap, then erasing…still no words.
A muddled knot in a tight sprung belly, wrapped in the stress of the past few weeks. Constipated by dark thoughts, wakeful nights and a constant clenched jaw.
Then today, a wave of inspiration, so I tapped away, breathing deeper than I had done for weeks, my jaw relaxing as the words came in the soft morning light of another tomorrow.
Inspired by Writealms’s prompts for October