writer's block

how do i put into words
the feeling of total and complete quiet?
stillness of the soul, so to speak
what was it i was really seek-ing?

the juices.....dried up?
the feelings....numbed up?
the racing thoughts....tired?
the hunger to write.....retired?

moving at a pace faster
than the mind could possibly grasp
the point of (emptiness)
has come at last.

bittersweet.

i'm left feeling
strange, like someone else
yet this quiet seems so much
better for my health

i....can't...... describe
....the....relief.....
felt.....like...my....sanity....
was.....kidnapped.....by.....a...thief

yet i yearn to write
i have this burning to express
the outer, inner depths
of my loneliness.

it's hard to comprehend
from a distance but
i am walking on the tightrope
of my existence.

there is an irony though
coming through in my smile
this writers block may be the best thing
that's happened to me in a while.