Writers Block

I am a writer who cannot write. My soul craves a final draft on the first try, and anything else can never seem to be worth the time, because a rewrite is a stab to my throat. How dare I bring those words to life instead of perfection. I shake in fear as my mind has thousands of stories that it wants its writer body to create, but they can never leave that fantasy land. I weep for the lives that have been forgotten for those that never got a life. Simply because I am a writer who cannot write.