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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