The dry spell Sometimes we hit a dry spell A period of time when nothing works Luck runs out The words stop flowing Rejection slips abound And despair lurks around every corner Poised as if to leap Grasp Choke And end things Once and for all It’s like holding your breath For days at a time Suffocating Or drowning While you sink heavily An anchor A chunk of concrete An engine block You’re a lost cause Descending endlessly Down Down Lost below the surface Of any kind of hope Casting your fate to the wind You hear no echo No reply No answer And no sound at all Nothing but silence And yet you plod onward Unbowed Determined Resolute Unvanquished