Reflection on writing

I stare into space, waiting for inspiration

To write something, trying to ignore the irritation

Building up within me- the critic inside

Is telling me to give up since I cannot decide

What to write about, precious time I’m wasting away

I should come back to writing another day..

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That brings me to the question uppermost in my mind

Is writing self-imposed “work” for me or do I find

Writing to be a self-indulgence, a way of practicing self-care

The motive behind writing should guide how much time to spare

In thinking, ideating, creating and recreating

My verses-while other tasks to be completed are waiting..

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The answer lies somewhere in between

If I don’t treat writing as work, I have seen

That on the back-burner it gets placed

As other areas of “work” take up more space

If I don’t let writing be a form of self-indulgence

I do not write well, I fail to capture the essence

Of life as I perceive it, my writing is uninspired

I cannot put into words my heart’s desires

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Writing is a form of self-reflection in every way

To spend time in solitary reflection every day

I choose to write and let the process be a revelation

Of events around me and their interpretation