Poetry

What am I

doing wrong as the days go by and everything seems to pass me by and I should try harder to get it all done.

But here I am literally sitting in fear of writing because it may be no good or today could be the day you leave for good.

And maybe that wouldn’t be a bad thing if it’s not the end to writing or feeling like a writer.

Words come and go and all I can think of is how everything else is calling to me and even though I try to ignore them and write.

I know that won’t happen and the more I sit here trying to itch this craving that the results will be the same and there will be no relief for me because this is how my life is and I need to accept it.

Maybe I will able to write again but today just doesn’t feel like my day.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
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