I struggle in the face, of me
Not knowing, really what I see
Forced to write, about who I am
Blocks one's heart up, like a dam
I'm not used to thinking, how I am
Yet to submit my poetry, that's the plan
A part of me, it pulls away
Not happy nor sure, of what to say
And yet I know, what I must do
Write about me, the third person's view
How do others see me, what would they say
If asked to describe me, in their own way
So here I sit, with pen in hand
I'm supposed to write, about my plans
Never mind, I'll muddle on through
I would rather write, a spiritual review
I love to write, yes this is true
But prefer the words, a poet's view
That's not going, to pay my way
So best sit down, now what to say
Time is ticking way, I can hear
The date of submission, it draws near
So focus now, it needs to be
I asking life, to please help me
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| Photo by Tryphena Louise Williams |
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