The pen is in my hand,
Black words have been written,
Staring at me from the lined paper,
Begging,
Begging me to write more,
But can I?
It is still too new,
Too raw for me,
I am embarrassed and ashamed,
Wanting,
Wanting to stop here,
So my pen stays still.
But I shake my head,
Move my hand,
Then the music calls me,
Willing me to get lost in it,
To close my eyes,
To daydream,
Threatening,
Threatening to stop my journal entry,
For good.
It wouldn't benefit me though,
Or my curious future children,
So I open my eyes,
Breathe,
Breathe in and out,
And write about my day.
About the Creator
Rebecca Patton
Ever since discovering Roald Dahl, I wanted to be an author who would delight and move her readers through her stories. I also wrote my debut novel, "Of Demons and Deception" on Amazon.
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Comments (3)
Hardest and easiest thing in the world
This was so relatable. I loved the positive ending.
That felt so reassuring and positive. Loved it so much!