DM Babbit Poet Blank verse

I Think I'M Done

Some days, I think I’m done,
    that I just can’t write anymore.
Then the words
    begin to race through my eyes
down to my hand
    and find their way here
	to paper
	as if they were of some importance.
I am not sure
	what purpose or meaning
	that writing serves me
but it does somehow
	release thoughts and experiences,
	releaves loss and heartache.
In some small way
	it gives me hope
	in searching for faith
and understanding
	of what is left undone in my life
	and for that which
I am still in need and searching for.

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Lin Lane November 8, 2015 at 2:58 PM So true, DM. we can go for days without a thought we feel worth writing, and then so full of inspiration we can't find enough paper! Well done.

Jan Allison November 8, 2015 at 2:41 PM I can relate to this so much DM - starting writing has been my life saver over the last 20 months:-) hugs jan xx