I Persevere
Words burn through my cortex every now and then.
I try to get them on paper through my pen.
However, they do not seem to come out again.
It comes down to a matter of where and when.
Throughout the night, they often keep me awake.
Extracting them is the next step I must take.
The words I want to use are not always clear.
Struggles sway between audacity and fear.
Somehow, the fruits of my labor ripen here.
In a perpetual world, I persevere.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2012
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