Do I write for fun?
Or when the power of words hit me?
Do I write to process, to understand
The beauty of things that surround?
Would I write if energy was freely given,
Flowing to me in a continuous
And purifying rain of words?
If the bones in my hand didn’t ache
As I typed
And my heavy head wasn’t throbbing
From buried pain?
If my day wasn’t congested with
Chores and human frailties
Could I produce
A brilliant new world?
Or would I still sit here, wilting
Creativity dripping down the
Sides of my face
Not knowing how to come back from all this madness?
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From Where She Stands 
Beautiful!
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Thank you very much.
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Truer words were never spoken! Miss your presence on TWP. I have not been writing as I was judging. What an overwhelming but creative task. Glad the winners are announced. What did you think? Have to get back to my blog….
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I wish I had more time to devote to TWP, but the start of school and other personal obligations have kept me overly occupied. I’m hoping to make a comeback soon enough.
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