Writers block

Sometimes my lips part like prison bars 
and words scurry through them like freedom. 
With a future to nestle in the arms of 
and plenty of light to wash away the 
years of darkness from memories. 
Its like learning to walk again, 
except this time you never look back. 
And then the days come when my tongue 
is being held hostage by solitude and 
I feel my sanity slowly drifting away. 
I feel the darkness slowly clouding my dreams. 
But it never stays like that for long… 
No It never stays like that for long.