WRITER'S CRAMP

Thoughts escape her in a wink,
Too fast to catch with pen and ink.
Though maybe worth their weight in gold
She doubts like Thomas with holds.
Stories jumbled in a whirl
Waiting for her to unfurl.
She sits alone at night and prays.
They will come back to her some day.
For a writer she will be,
And all the critics they will see
The new career path that she took.
But just for now she'll close the book!