A Writer’s Anguish

It’s on the tip of my thoughts

Yet so illusive

Restless wanderings

In search of the starting gate

 

The battle … my prideful thoughts or

His words of enlightenment

Leaves me paralyzed

Staring at the white abyss

 

What letters to form

How to begin the structure

Of spirit breathed prose

Tantalizing torment

 

Avoidance must cease

Beat back uncertainty

Do not linger

Simply begin

 

Waste of time

Or inspired creation

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