Bottom of the Ink Well

I'm running dry. Dry of ideas; dry of inspiration.
I bend the knees of my heart and I'm just so thankful for writer's block. Somehow, at the bottom of the ink well, when my strength is all gone, I know that I must find God in all of this.
Yearning is painful. But what love has no yearning?

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