
My mind is in emotional turmoil, my creative juices do not flow
I’ve stared at the blank sheet of paper for an hour with nothing to show
For trying to be present for my daily practice of writing
Not just writer’s block but an unquiet mind I am fighting
Exasperated and discouraged, from my desk I rise
It appears futile to persist in this exercise
I need to calm my mind, perhaps meditate
And come back to writing in a calmer state..
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But I had promised to show up for my creativity, I would hate
To let myself down, to use as an excuse my distraught state
So I decide to describe exactly how I feel
And as more of my dilemma I reveal
Words come to me almost on their own
Before I realize, the verse I am writing has grown
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I had pledged to exercise my creativity every day
And this was the impetus I needed to drive negativity away
I feel accomplished, and less perturbed as well
When I write, on my depressing thoughts I cannot dwell
And that may be why I shall try to never miss
My daily writing practice- it can turn vexation into calm, and joy into bliss
