Not Her Day To Write
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.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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