This box, this block
These four walls trapping my fingers
Around this pen
This paper, dull and blank
This space between ink and page
This cage: my imagination
This voice: a whisper, mumbling ideas
The knowledge behind bars
This prison I feel but cannot express
This ache in need of relief
This scream subdued by preoccupied hands
This stage of in-between
This no-man’s-land I’m in
This wish to find the best words
This longing for letters, pages, books – fulfilled
This box, this block
This writer’s block
This poem
This word
This pen
This
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(Jana Ferreira, 2012)