Begins Again and Again and Again

She struggles to get out words That never say enough Not as clear as she hoped Never conveying What she wanted to say Feelings on paper She stares Disappointed Discouraged Angry at herself They are bland, Stale, overused. Under baked or overcooked. She crumples up a page Begins again Throwing this clump Onto the sea of clumps Around her desk chair Begins again. And again. And again. Maybe it’s not her day to write.