Giving Birth to Poetry

Some days,
you know
the words won’t come,
Yet, you scribble
and strike through-
and scribble some more.
As if,
the sheer persistence,
the repeated carving
of ink on paper
will birth a miracle.
As if,
a poem will be born
of restless pursuit
of an illusion.
As if,
the verse will flow,
where words run dry.