I will write it, I know I will, but
The thoughts are not yet ripe.
It takes time.
They are lingering in the back of my mind.
I can feel their presence,
Taste their flavor, and
Feel them in my soul.
The words to express my thoughts are
Getting closer and stronger but
I am almost afraid of them
Because I know when they are ready,
They will flood my will and overwhelm me.
There will be no stopping the tide.
The words will flow through me as they are not of my making alone.
They are thoughts and ideas that have a need to be born into this world
And I am only the wielder of the pen,
The keeper of the words.
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Ah…a feeling I suspect many poets feel from time to time…myself included.
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I have words constantly knocking on the door of my brain, only to be held back and never see the light of the day.
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so true! I’ll wake up in the middle of the night with brilliant lines rolling through my head, lines so good I am sure I’ll never forget them only to have completely lost them by morning! I now sleep with a notebook on the pillow next to me! the curse and blessings of being a writer!
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I haven’t tried sleeping with a notebook next to me out of the fear that I might disturb my sleep cycle again
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