Hard Writing

The writing becomes hard,

a moment of clarity,

followed by a tempest of doubt.

I try, to understand,

the thoughts that lie deep.

Realizing, my own deficiencies,

the voices of the past,

declaring my faults.

Yet, I write,

poems that prod,

digging deep into my heart,

exposing my dreams,

as well as nightmares.

I’ll never be a classic poet,

God never gave me that gift.

Instead, I struggle,

to understand the feelings,

that lay below the surface.


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