When I need to find a few moments in my day
To escape the pressures of work and go away
To a different place, I mentally disengage
From work and turn to a crisp blank page
Of my notebook and begin to write
At first writer’s block I have to fight
But then I get into the writing groove
And my pen synchronously with my thoughts starts to move..
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I lose myself completely as I try to create
A space for myself to think and contemplate
The complexities of life, as I continue to pour
My thoughts into words, I gain insight that I lacked before
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Sometimes I am fortunate enough
To complete my writing, but often it is tough
To take my verses to a conclusion
The demands of work invariably cause interruption
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I come back to my unfinished work eventually
And I feel grateful to witness the clarity
That my writing escape has helped me find
Those stolen moments have done wonders for my mind..
Passion...unbridled 