Curse the Cursor

I feel it creeping at me, every now and then

Am I really gonna fall for this and drop the pen?

The first time it happened I stopped writing and fell

Into the hole that is contentment, where I was chilling with my thoughts

For years I wanted to move, but the thoughts never thawed

For years I wanted to move, but the mind was very taut

Pulled in many ways, it never had slack for more

To write down the thoughts, it just felt like a chore

So I continued to push down, and I thought it was done for.

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But then I came back and just started once more

To write: stories, poetry and articles galore

The mind wants to release its internals

Ideas and thoughts into paper or journals

My mind continues to think for no reason

So I need to give it a place to breathe in

And release the boundless knowledge in my mind!

Maybe I’m inflating…

But seriously, not writing feels like treason

To myself. My mind shackled and beaten

Wanting to breathe, but me never heeding

The outcries from within, forever beating

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Now, even if I’m feeling tired and lazy at night

I will open up Word and just start to write

Something will come out

Hopefully coherent and maybe ignite

My passion for writing

So if you’re feeling like the blank Word page is mocking you

I say Curse the Cursor and just push through

Because your mind will find a way to pull through

Slowly

May you and your mind be satisfied wholly.