On Writing

It's not difficult for me to write.

Just sorta comes.

Easy and Free.

Even in clouded mind,

Murky liquid words gurgle

From that foggy place.

My life is my passion.

This pen and this paper.

Quill and scroll with

God's wax stamp.

Or maybe the Other's...

Either way,

Thanks.

I am ink and blood.

Both vital.

Both Gorgeous.

"I start to think

and then I sink..."

How dynamic.

What presumtuous profoundness.

Quixotic even.

To Be ink.

To glide haplessly on papyrus.

SIlent.

Golden.

Writing's the easy part.

It's the stopping that gets me.

 

Reviews

[Kat-Marie Berti]

I couldnt agree more about this poem, feel the exact same way about my writing. Thanks for the write, it was really awesome :)