Write..

What motivates me to write, I do not quite know

I wonder especially when inspiration runs low

Starting a verse, then discarding it because

The idea I cannot expound on, I take a forced pause

Still facing writer’s block, I give up, in exasperation

It appears the day is not conducive for inspiration…

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I return to my desk, determined to spend

Dedicated time on my writing, I do not want to end

The day without honoring my commitment

To write at least a few lines is my intent

But I cannot put together my thoughts coherently

I write, and erase half-formed lines repeatedly..

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There are days when I want to give up my practice

But then I fear, I would lose out on the bliss

That I experience when a verse comes together effortlessly

When ideas flow and arrange themselves in words seamlessly

If I stop writing, that coveted state of flow

Is something I would never reach, I would never know

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Therefore I return to my desk, day after day

When I will myself to write, my brain finds a way