A Leap of Faith
For how else can it be
You are asked to write
So, writing it will be
The blank page
The empty mind
The soul set free
On the first day
You were the fool
The journey begins
The second day
You say you have a blister
Your bones are tired
You want to rest
Too early for naps
Too soon to waste the morning
Instead… you write
Sign a song of six pence
Shake the coins in your pocket
Anything to put off the task
A chill up your spine
Your neck hairs stand
Sweat of blood, pops out on your brow
There is no other path
…you write
There are no assurances
No one says, “Your writing will be fine,
You will be glib, your words will glitter"
Still you write... worst case,
Your poem will stink
April 2, 2019
4 comments:
Yours never will, kiddo. Yes, too soon to be tired....but I already am!
Yeppers too soon to be tired so I'd best perk up
And yet, such a worthwhile journey!
You just write and keep on writing. That is its own reward. Well-thought! :-)
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