Saturday, July 31, 2010
I dig deep within myself
to write feelings that emerge.
I shout out words with my pen
and hit paper with a surge.
Random times and days,
I can not pick and choose.
It's, as if, someone takes my words, my thoughts.....and decides,
in which way, they will be used.
Have you ever felt this way? Having no control?
Have you ever looked ahead....but, only seen the old?
I'm sure I'm not the only one who suffers from this plight.
As a writer, I admit, I only want to write.
Then what holds my hand away.....could it just be life?
I know we all have times where we need to get things done, but just can't seem to accomplish what we set out to do. I have been beating myself up because I have let other parts of life come between me and my writing. The more I beat myself up the less I write. How do I stop the cycle?
Any comments or suggestions will be appreciated, friends :-)