Starting is the hardest part
Thoughts immediately drain
Like holes in a bucket
Used to catch rain
Blank screen
Blinking cursor
Like a silent mocking observer
Check the time
Phone a friend
Ask them, beg them
When will thoughts descend?
Then it clicks
The words start flowing
The mind is a frenzy
Of constant composing
Line after line
A clicking of keys
The mind at work
Like gears on machines
As quick as it starts
You know it will end
Take advantage of it now
Inspiration will likely not strike again
The pains of a writer
Who lives for their words
Nobody warns
Of the turmoil you'll incur
“Self-Sabotage” – by Hannah Schultz
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