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I come to the blank page
Kicking and screaming
Terrified I have nothing left to say
Or that what I have to say
Will mean nothing to you
Yet I come
I have to
I grab the spiral notebook
Worn down by being
Lugged around
From place to place
And I write a word
And then another
Suddenly my heart beats faster
Inspiration is upon me
I finish the line
Then the paragraph
And finally the chapter
I must finish the book
I breathe deeply
Joyfully
Sorrowfully
I pick up pen and paper again
And continue to write
I must
It is who I am
~ Cristina Jill Mosqueda ~