Poetry

My Own Worst Enemy (#911)

Why am I fighting myself getting this done?
It’s like fight or flight but write or run.
My behavior isn’t making much sense to me.
I’m just not wanting to let the words free.
I keep going back and asking myself why.
And my answer is a giant shrug and sigh.
I’ve yelled and tried to sweet talk them out.
That didn’t work and certainly not the shout.
It’s as if I don’t want to write and yet I do.
I’m a dichotomy, but that’s really nothing new.
I only wish I could figure out what’s my deal.
I hate fighting against my own stubborn will.

Any Thoughts?

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