And So I Wrote

A poem on writer’s block aka frustration

now that I had managed to wake up, watered the plant and prepared the tea…. here comes the voice again

why would you even write, why bother? it’s not for you can’t you just sip the tea and watch the plant dancing in the wind and get on with social media as always

and..and… !! hold on!! I know the rest spend hours scrolling social media craving for likes while at the same time hoping to get inspired miraculously to write

and then watch a youtube video and hope it will take away my resistances to write

and then look into some motivational stuff that would take away my doubts and fears and deliver me from the evil of laziness and transform me into a writer as below

and since it does not happen and now that I am pissed off with every sensation in my body craving for an easy escape

ahhh… no, no, no porn, please… no more slipping into what feels good for a moment or should I? the voice came ‘Good luck with that for a good day’

hmm, might as well eat sawdust and hope it nourishes my soul yeah but it sucks I know

and the only way out is to take my daily doses of pain and keep at it every single day

and so I wrote…

and now that you came this far I hope you smile, clap, and share and lighten up the green bulb notifications for me

Thanks for reading.