Wishing Willing Wanting Not To Write

From time to time Every once in a while Now and again Though as much as I love to write Due and to because What I choose to write about Comes from and down to from my inner heart And on that basis and although it is cathartic My own version and art form of expressing Delving into documenting and revealing Exposing my true self innermost feelings As a caveat it also comes at the expense And certain of cost exposing and opening up Old wounds I have as yet to heal from So every now and then though it pains me I have to take a break and refrain from That which I have come to love and rely on But nothing worthwhile ever doing That brings one happiness or enduces pleasure Afterwards evaluating the positives and negatives You are then willing and able to give up Isn't really viewed as a loss surely then Is it As what exactly have you lost or learned And that also goes and applies to all concerned