where has my inspiration gone?
i begin to type and i backspace
i begin to write and i erase
why do writers second guess ourselves?
why do we love to write and
almost never do it?
i have pictures in my mind
i have words swimming around
and waiting to be written
but i lose motivation
and i lose confidence
and i abandon my work
some day soon, i keep telling myself,
i will take out my phone or i will take
out a notebook and i will write and write
and write until i come up with something
good. i will write until my wrist is bruised
and the sides of my fingers are calloused.
i will write if it is the last thing i do.
i will tear down the wall in my mind.
i am good.
i am talented.
i have potential.
i am an artist, a creator.
i long to create and to write.
i will quench my undying thirst
and i will be able to breathe again,
to take in the scenes before me
and paint words in the sky
inside my head.
(and this is the beginning)
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recycled poetry
Poetry❝i wish i was writing something special, but these words have been used before and there's no originality to it at all. i'm just reusing phrases until they're worn out, like musty library books or hand-me-down clothes.❞ from ❛hand-me-down poetry❜ i...
