The Struggle is Real

Musings from this weekend:
Yet no words would fill the page • No inspired thought found her • And every typo was another reminder • To close the case and give into the Resistance • To let His nasty hands takeover her • Strangle her to large gasps of insecurities • No goal was hit today • No divine resided within her • And His wicked laugh echoed in her keys • Not one page was written • Not one worthy word was typed • And she had to question herself, can I really write?

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