Crystals Short Storys.

Trash Writer

I pick up my pen, but the words won't flow,

Staring at the page, feeling all-time low.
Every line I write, feels like a mess,
I'm drowning in doubt, can't clean this distress.

They say just write, let it all out,
But these words I craft, they scream and shout.
Trash writer they call, and maybe they're right,
But I'll keep on trying, deep into the night.

I'm a trash writer, words in disarray,
Sentences jumbled, in disarray.
But I won't give up, I'll keep the fire,
For in these scraps, I'll find my desire.

Scratching out lines, starting anew,
Frustration and doubt, a familiar view.
The blank page mocks, my faltering pen,
But I'll keep on writing, until I mend.

Mistakes on the page, errors galore,
But through these flaws, I'll find the door.
Trash writer they call, and maybe they're right,
But I'll keep on trying, with all my might.

I'm a trash writer, stumbling through the rhyme,
Ink stains and typos, every single time.
But I won't give up, I'll keep the flame,
For in these ashes, I'll find my name.

This journey's rough, this path is steep,
But writing's in my soul, it's mine to keep.
So, I'll embrace this label, wear it proud,
For in these struggles, my voice is found.

I'm a trash writer, imperfect and raw,
Yet within these flaws, I'll find the awe.
I won't give up, I'll pave my way,
For in this chaos, my stories will sway.

So, call me a trash writer, I'll wear it bold,
In this creative chaos, my tale will unfold.
I'll keep on writing, through night and day,
For in these words, my voice will stay.

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Word count: 246

I wish this wasn't true but it is :((

Maybe one day I will be better but it is not this day ~ 😼🔮