Me and My Wall

I used to call myself a writer.

That is, before I stumbled upon this really thick, high wall.

It sprang up one day, right in the middle of my creativity.

And blocked my motivation.

And, no matter how I try.

No matter what manner of explosives I use, I can't seem to go through this damned thing.

It's really high, too. I don't know how I'm gonna climb it.

There does seem to be a rope hanging down.

But I failed rope-climbing in Gym.

I was the kid who read, and wrote stories

I didn't climb stuff.

(That is coming back to bite me now, I guess)

Again.

So, how do I deal with this wall if I can't get through it and I can't get over it?

Maybe I just have to decorate it.

Lemons, lemonade and all that.

I can try, I suppose.

To adorn the wall that keeps me from pouring my heart on the page as I used to.

Maybe it has a good reason to be so cautious?