Poetry

Writing Fiction (#1738)

I’m apparently spinning my wheels,
When I should be digging in my heels,
I cut things out in order to be productive,
The fact that I haven’t been is instructive,
My problem hasn’t been external interference,
It’s more a matter of internal perseverance,
I’ve had time to recharge but I’m still drained,
My wounded passion is still bloodstained,
Ideas still come but the drive is lacking,
I can’t help but feel I’m basically slacking,
I don’t want to write and yet I really do,
Is my only solution to just push through?

Any Thoughts?

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