With pen in my hand,
I sit down to write.
Searching for words
night after night.
The words they may come
or stay hidden away.
If I only could tell
what I'm meaning to say.
The message gets muddled.
The emotion gets lost.
I must keep on writing
whatever the cost.
Monday, February 19, 2018
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