Mind is cluttered, cannot think, stress of the day
had a drink
want to write, want to think, nothing
nothing comes naturally
normally words spring, picture water from a fountain
now however
nothing comes, as if I climb a mountain
push myself I always will
ask for prompts or thoughts to thrill
maybe I should rest this mind, lay it down
let it rest
for scattered words upon a page
won’t surely be my best
for nothing now comes to me, as naturally as it would
yet I demand more of me, possibly more than what I should
my need to write is nothing knew
I am prolific, of that I have been told
I write one or several every day, this is me
this is who I am, this is… my mould
I’m accustomed to writing in this way
though it’s hard at times to push my mind
I apologise to myself and you for the words
I cannot find
I know that you are watching
and writing what I post
and I have a guilty complex
when I can’t provide that want
my boundaries are endless
no fence can stop my words
though times do come when there
are none
to a ‘writer’ that’s absurd
or at least for me it’s so
I cannot stop, I have to write
I truly can’t let go.
please be careful and don’t pressure yourself too much – if you do, you might sooner or later end up burnt out. 😦
I shall Miri – I will be careful – thank you for your support. x
Good morning, Mumsy!
I’m so happy you can’t let go. 🙂 loves ya to bits……. Paula xx
Thank you sweetheart – but I am learning (and have to) not push myself so much as Miri said… I am in the process of burning myself out… and I don’t want that to happen 😦 xxxxx
Okay, now I’m worried about you! Slow down, Mumsy!! Xxxxx
I’m ok hun … just got a little overwhelmed for a little while… all is right in the world of rambly. xxxx