Frozen to Flowing
As a writer, I am a frozen river.
I start out frozen
Unable to get my thoughts on the page fast.
A blank white slate
But as time goes on I begin to get ideas.
They gradually come to me,
The ice starts to thaw out,
My ideas begin to take shape.
They begin to flow down the paper.
It gets easier and easier as time goes on.
The writing goes down stream faster now.
I have to hold it back,
Bring it back to check it out.
To make sure it is fine.