On Writing
Sometimes the words
Rush with the urgency
Of floodwaters down a mountain
So fast I can barely
Scribble them on the page
Before they’re forgotten
Sometimes the words
Come in bits and pieces
I turn them over and over
In my head
Like Lego blocks
Trying to piece them together
Sometimes the words
Don’t come at all
They remain hidden
Behind a wall
Of mundane thoughts
I can’t chase away
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We’ve all been here, and you capture the sentiment very well.