In the remote expanse of a glacier
Lies a swirling mess of a creator
Building chunks of writing blocks
As we try to stop the onslaught of thoughts.

Writhing between the sheets of guilt
Is a dream brimming on the brink
Shimmering manifestations onto the stars
Our confidence shines in who we are.

In our strength, there's grit combined
As we dig into the mines
Of courage and realizations
As we work forward with profound dedication.

In imagination is our person saved
As words scramble across the petulant page
In a hurry, although least worried
This is how writers are made.