Writer's Block

I sit at my desk
at a blank page I stare
I think and think
yet nothing's written there.

I take a break
and go to bed
maybe tomorrow
there'll be words in my head.

The next morning I sit
and think some more
maybe a sentence or two
but still a chore.

After hours and hours
the writing gets easier
finally! It's flowing
-much breezier

Maybe a week or maybe a month
- I've lost all track of time -
but a masterpiece I've turned out
I've reached the end of my climb,

But I've enjoyed it so much,
my hand's still on fire
I must make another -
I can always climb higher.