A tale of a disorganized writer
So many drafts but so little getting done,
none of them inspiring my mind to hit complete,
sitting on my minds desk causing a complete mess.
Writing is supposed to be fun and involving,
a passion , a hobby, an escape from the world.
Who knew it could be so demanding,
another pressure added to the day,
it’s these thoughts the pile up,
stop the creative process in its tracks.
Those drafts will be completed some day,
have the knowledge that inspiration will strike,
tomorrow or the next day just like it always has before.
Those drafts will one day publish
clutter up the desk no more,
those words will form their own stories,
fly from mind to page.
Just need a spark of inspiration,
to feel the finish line…