The worst feeling in the world
 is wanting to write 
 but not having the words to do it
 This overwhelming need
 to put pen to paper, 

 and yet 

 only a jumble of words 
 bouncing around off imaginary walls. 
 No order, no sense. 
 Just chaos. 

 Like a dictionary that someone ripped apart 
 and pasted back together. 
 Writing just to write,
 but not having anything to say.

 I live like an imposter. 
 To say to someone
 “Oh I’m a writer” 
 “what have you written?” 
 “Oh, nothing really…” 

 Do I count? 
 Am I really a writer after all? 
 I doubt myself
 More so than usual
 I’m a writer who wants to write

 And yet… 
 I have nothing to say
-b.e.