June 29, 2014
This was the last one I have in my book of poems from when I was younger. I had graduated college a year earlier and started dating my now husband about six months later.
I want to write
I used to write all the time
I call them poems
To me they are
I wrote down my feelings
No matter what they were
Happy, sad, angry, depressed
Or anywhere in between
It always made me feel better
Knowing that I could express myself
I don’t remember when I stopped
Or even why
But the urge to write
Has never gone away
I’ve sat down many times
With blank paper and a pen
Waiting for the words to come
They never would and
It left me in a worse place
This is the first time I’ve written in years
Though it hasn’t fixed anything
I’m hoping that this will eliminate my
Writer’s Block
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