writer’s block

sometimes i wonder if i will run out of words

when i sit down to write

i worry nothing will spill out

that my words will be empty

hollow

lacking

what if i have already written

everything i am ever going to write

my best stories told

my deepest poems already whispered

i worry i will wake up tomorrow and have no voice

silent

mute

yesterday i had so much to say

now it's only a distant memory