I am staring at the blank page of my document,
I have so many things to write.
Stories, the poems seem to be a bit quieter these days,
But, I am hesitant.
Should I write what I feel?
What I know?
What I imagine?
What do I feel?
Many things, all at once, all at the same time.
What do I know?
My life, I suppose.
What do I imagine?
Too much all at once.
So, I hesitate.
I have never been good at having a first draft, writing it down then reading it all over again, then changing and writing,
Draft upon countless draft.
That's not me.
But, how will I know if it's good?
Cause, your soul will smile when you've written it out.
It grips my typing hand every time I take to the keyboard.
Let it go,
My creativity whispers,
What's the worst that could happen?
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