
My eyelids droop, I stifle another yawn as I try to fight
Both sleep and writer’s block- I’ve been trying to write
Something, really anything so that I do not fall behind
In my commitment to writing- in my mind
Is a deep-seated fear that if I stop trying to write every day
The writing center in my brain would atrophy in some way..
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As an aspiring writer, daily practice I need
But there is not enough time to both write and read
The latter is passive, so I read at the expense
Of writing, that is my innate preference
Sometimes reading gets my creative juices flowing
But whether a book would inspire me to write or not, there is no way of knowing
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So here I am, uninspired in every way
Trying to write at the end of the day
Hoping my writer’s block would magically end
And I would write exactly in the manner I intend
