Why I don’t Write

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?

Photo Credit: Wouter de Bruijn via Compfight cc

4 thoughts on “Why I don’t Write

  1. schmelzb September 22, 2015 / 6:32 am

    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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    • helenatoto October 27, 2015 / 7:43 pm

      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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