“A Writer’s Life”


“Frustrations burn in the depths of my soul,

Every line every verse just seems so droll.

I search and I ponder for just the right word,

Begging my creativity to take flight like a bird.

I beg and I plead for my thoughts to soar,

When did writing become such a chore?

I write and erase and write again,

At this rate my story will never begin!

Day after day my pen hangs in the air,

Perhaps this time if only on a dare.

Suddenly a light hovers just round the bend,

Could it be, will this block finally end?

My hand flies across the page at the speed of light,

I feel it in my bones the end is in sight!”

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