For a year or more writing pens rested
As body's heart jerked to follow new paths
My mind wrestled to deal with new changes
Mind and body fought new inner warpaths
I fled to my porch and new garden beds
Let nature heal wounds and assuage new fear
When my world tilted it took me awhile
To find some balance within my own sphere
While my new journey is still not over
Expect new path to be littered with bumps
But my panic has slowly receded
Hope to conquer new challenges that thump
There's not much to do in my garden beds
Leaf blankets cover for a winter's sleep
Pen and paper have been calling to me
A whisper of words rise from somewhere deep
My old need to write is rising again
Pulling me aside from my current task
Don't question the need; just pick up my pen
Ink words on paper from mind's flowing flask
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Fight to Write
Non-FictionDo you ever wonder what an author feels during the writing process? Do they find the writing process easy or a struggle? Come take a peek at the highs and lows of writing for one author. Walk with me as I reflect on my writing journey.
