Leading the Way

I listened to the scratch on white.
I followed in the dance.
It used to be I'd start to write
and get lost in a trance.

The lines and loops would take control,
they'd point me where to go.
"Word after word 'til tale is whole"
described my writing flow.

But then the silence grew so loud
I could not drown it out.
It's like no new words were allowed;
my pen had lost its clout.

Still, new beginnings start each day.
I simply need to lead the way.