What is wrong with me?

Why is my mind treating me so miserably?

 

All I ask for are a few words..

To please my soul.

But seems like my numb mind

Is being too difficult

To let it all flow.

 

All I ask for are a few words

To rain down from my brain.

But every time I sit down to write

Holding this pen with all my might,

My mind remains to be distracted

Refusing to partake in my efforts

That could possibly bring me

Some glory.

In Search of Words

Day 47

Crafting words in the mind’s eye.

It’s a persistent process.

Jumbled ideas pounce around.

Need to go grabbing and gathering.

Putting it all together right.

Writing is like..

A game or a piece of art,

or more like a..

Reflection of who you are.