Getting the Words

Getting the words from my head to the page
Is sometimes the easiest thing.
It’s like they’re attached to a pulley and thus,
It’s as simple as yanking a string.

At other times, though, they get mired in a bog
And I can’t drag them out of the muck.
At moments like those, I just sigh and give in,
‘Cause I know for a while I’ll be stuck.

Yet eventually, there will be a release
And I’ll polish those words ‘til they shine;
Then I’ll sit down to write and the rhymes will line up,
As the easy and stubborn combine.