A Writer Blocks

I actually don’t have writer’s block, 

I’m just scared of what you’ll see; 

When you break inside my brain,

Open the window, 

Set my thoughts free. 

My innocent white doves 

Escaping from their cage;

Where they’ll fly I cannot tell

Who they’ll whisper to is out of my control

It’s why I still withhold, 

My piece in perfect mold. 

These eyes always closed

So you can never see my soul.

Ray, x
Writing and photography by Rachel Gaillard