The Obstacle Monster

With pen in hand, I sit here
just waiting for a word
that promises an outcome
of something yet unheard.
I fight for my expression
but, nay, it can't be found.
This obstacle, this monster,
is a nightmare hanging 'round.
A day, a week, a lifetime,
it chases words away.
A wake-up call is needed
to start a brand new day.
My thoughts begin to falter,
frustration setting in.
This monster, unrelenting,
he will not let me win.
And so I finally give up,
the pen goes in my drawer.
I put away the paper,
a life of words, no more.
But wait! Alas! What is it?
A thought provoked by yield?
My pen and paper call me,
the monster now concealed.