Struggle
I think, think and think. Nothing really comes to my mind. Basically, the picture is a symbol of my writer's block.
I tug at the door, try to open the obstacle, but it just doesn't open. Maybe a crack and a little breeze of ideas will blow through. Just enough to spark a moment of triumph and joy. And then? Case into nothing. Abandonment of ideas. Blurring details, cannot keep them together. Everything runs through my fingers. Frustration! Another struggle at the door until you give up from exhaustion.
At some point you take the courage to try again, but it ends in disappointment again. This continues until even the attempt becomes an obstacle. The feeling of frustration paralyzes any force with which one you could try to open the door. Why try again at all?
But why do you really want to go through the door? Can you possibly go arount?
Bogged down because you hold onto the same one.