For the Struggling Artist

There comes a time

In every poet’s life

Where they draw blanks

They don’t know what to write

It’s like a blank space

I may type something

But then I erase

I feel uninspired

Have I lost touch?

Has my art finally expired?

I jot down another rhyme

Something to pass the time

Then I lose my mind

To be an artist you must

Be patient

You must be kind

The words will come

Don’t lose hope