Writing Through

With ink and blood I have stained them
To reveal a fraction of my tangled heart
And while I smear my soul across the pages
I too discover a few of the elusive answers
That I have long been searching for
An understanding dawns as I create
And there is healing doubled
Because it is shared in its rarest form
Honesty and unreserved candour
That scribbles all of these words
On snow-white compressed pulp
Waiting for the story to flow
But the hesitation a hinderance
I am learning
To pour and bleed continuously
And should they be unpalatable
Upon reading them
They are simply discarded to waste
For too long a pause will jinx progress
And I shall constantly stare into a void
Of a mental visual of what I wanted
But procrastinated for perfection too long
And allowed too much time to pass
Between thought
And doubt
And writing
To get anything out

Debbie Gravett © 2021.03.13

FOWC: Visual
RDP: Jinx
Image by Bruno /Germany from Pixabay

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