In the depths of a mind, a world is born,
A tapestry of words, that yearn to be sworn.
A writer's heart beats fast, with a story to share,
But the blank page stares back, with a daunting glare.

The cursor blinks slow, like a metronome's pace,
As thoughts swirl in chaos, and the mind's in a daze.
The words that once flowed free, now falter and fall,
Leaving the writer wondering, if they'll ever stand tall.

Doubt creeps in like a thief, stealing confidence away,
And the writer's voice whispers, "Will anyone hear what I say?"
The fear of rejection, a constant, nagging guest,
Makes the writer question, if their words are truly the best.

But still, they write on, through the struggle and strife,
For in the act of creation, they find a glimmer of life.
A spark within ignites, a passion that never fades,
A drive to tell the story, that their heart has carefully made.

So they'll pour out their soul, onto the page so bright,
And hope that their words, will shine like a beacon in flight.
For in the writer's struggle, lies a beauty so true,
A labor of love, that only they can do.