Cycle of Doubt

The pen stares back,
I try try to relax,
Unwind, crack my knuckles.
The mad man inside my head chuckles
and so it begins.
The paper grins,
The pen is working,
ink is flowing,
Ideas florish,
Doubts perish.
Yet, tommorow, perhaps out of scorn,
Said doubts will be reborn.

Reviews

[AprilRN1210]

I love the way you write ones like this.. it seems so effortless for you.. the flow just guides you along this fun, short little ride, making you think aww this is fun, this is cute, then at the end comes the twist and dip, to find out, damn he snuck a lesson in there.. makes you think, catch your breath.. and want to do it all over again.. I love your work.. they are all different, fun, moving, and unique.. you have a talent sir.. I am officially a fan!! yep..

and those doubt always creep back in.. just keep cracking those knuckles and let the pen (which is mightier than the sword, so "they" say) kill those demons, blossom those ideas, those dreams, and release the pain that is inside.. because you do it beautifully.. :)

[Inda]

Thank you so much! Guarantee that it took a while to get this where i wanted it. Im glad you're a fan, i feel the same about your work. Again thanks for this fantastic review makes me smile. :)

[AprilRN1210]

It was my pleasure. You're welcome.. and I am so glad..

[Baby Ricochet]

Writing can be a b***h mistress. I know mine is.

[Inda]

Ha! It can indeed be a b***h, glad you stopped by.