Thursday, September 1


Maybe I ought to write.
Just write.
I'll write until I get it right.

I'll move the words
words on the sheet
until they shine with meaning

Bang my head on my desk
bleed
I'm writing a story

I'll cry
Swear I'll never do it again
curse writing

And then I'll read what I wrote
And share it with another soul

I'll bite my nails at their response
then sigh when their head nods

Then I'll write
I'll write again
I'll just do that funny thing that makes me

suffer

anguish

cry

laugh

fly

be free

I will just write.

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