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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 ~



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