Staring at the blank page
The story is bubbling inside me
Demanding to be told NOW
But the words won’t come.
So I make the Herculean effort
Reaching down to my toes
And pulling the words
One by one
Inch by torturous inch
Up my legs, then my body, down my arms, to my fingers
Onto the page.
Again. And again. And again.
For an hour
That feels like forever.
Hoping with every fiber of my being
That it will be easier tomorrow.
©Cedar Wolfsinger, January 21, 2013
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