Superego

Then comes the moment again

When my hand grasps the pen

tumult,

self-doubt,

the absent spark

transmitted from synapses

that confounds my naive hand

The arm aches

But still I have not written a single word

…When will this ever end?

(Occasionally, something good happens once in a while.)

© Zelda Reville

 

 

 

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