The Scribble
What to write?
is a daunting question
A clean, white paper
is what makes me waver
A chance for something unique and great
Appreciation and longing for fame
A fear to not write anything but great
Makes everyday seem the same
Sitting and staring at the clean, white paper
Ideas running through my head
But as I write, they stop dead
Not good, stupid, lame!
Were the thoughts that dominated my head
My pen screeched ‘boring’
Negative thoughts and emotions were soaring
Filled with tension and anticipation
I started with a dabble,
A scribbly scribble
A page that was once completely white
is now as black as a starry night
I let my emotions run completely free
My tension is then released
And now I feel much more merry
This time I write
Not for glory or fame
Don’t care if it is lame
This time I write for fun and cheer
For it is the fun and enjoyment in
Writing that I hold dear
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