An Exhaustive Search

Seasons of Writing

I go back to my roots
To see how much the fruits blossomed;
My interest in this activity is an irregular slope
That fluctuates between positive and negative;
I slash the papers with my pencil,
Scribbling for something worth publishing,
To be posted online for people to read,
To be spoken for people to listen;
Writer's block,
The devil of literature
Who impedes me is inevitable,
But so is rejuvenation to carve anew;
Consider this the seasons of writing:
A wet and a dry.