Writer's block

I live on writer's block
A quiet lane filled with thoughts
Where the scenery changes color and smell
Depending on what I have to sell
I control the decibels
I paint the sun a shade of yellow of my choosing
I decide if the river flows forward or backward

Yep I'm mayor of this town
I create the lawns with elves
I design the playgrounds
I know my way around

Sometimes its tricky
I get lost or trapped on a tiny road surrounded by walls on all sides
Then nothing is visible and I have to sit cross-legged on that road
And my pants get dirty... I hate that
Sometimes its just darkness there as I bump against the wall
Brick by brick they seem like borders I cannot cross
Then there's little I can do and no inspiration manages to shine through

It's then that I think of things that inspire me
The most powerful and important things in my world
Love and loyalty, faith and hope
Slowly I realize there's so much to write about
I create the walls. I create the barriers.

I can break them down

Writer's block can be a place or a thick brick wall
It's our choice. As most things are.
Open your mind and also your heart
There's so much to see, tons to feel and plenty to say.

So when your backed up against a wall...

I suggest start with graffiti.