The Process of Writing

I had an idea of something to write today, and as I sat to jot it down, it disappeared and I was left sitting with no idea what I was doing...

I press the pen into the paper

indents appear across the page

red ink stains the pure white

but not a word was written.

My mind turns as blank

as a freshly opened book

the words hiding in the corners

not wanting to be used.

Knuckles whiten round the pen

I sigh in deep frustrations

Close my eyes and try to breath

and slowly start to write...

The End

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