Wednesday, February 28, 2024

Writing

 


Taking pen to paper 

Or

Fingers to keyboard 

I start


One word

Two 

Three

Soon they start pouring out of me


First a creek

A stream

A river

An ocean of words

 File onto the page


Pouring faster and faster

Word after word

Line after line


Until finally 

There is nothing left in me

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