Slow Words
Just me and the pen
Nothing is so dire
When my mind is blank
As my page awaits the fire
Resisting that first word
hesitating; the desire to write
Slow trickle then another
Flowing faster to join the fight
Copyright © Stephen Allen | Year Posted 2021
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