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Burdens Of A Writer - ORIGINAL POEM

Words lose me, words fall face-first under pressure,
Staring at a blank screen, they float in my head,
I am unable to catch them, nor make them obey my commands,
Images pass me by, they fade with each passing day,
To be a writer but never having the courage to write,
To write poorly but never know it,
To write well but never show it,
To not write at all, only to lose myself in guilt and shame,
But to also itch for a pen, to write as I am commanded to,
To not stop writing until my hand aches and my mind grows wary,
I am a story-teller, and these stories must be told.