I want to want to write.
I fight to ignite my delight.
Pencil to paper.
Keys clacking away.
There is so much
I want to say.
I yearn to reveal
the story made whole.
No need to conceal
all that I don’t know.
No need to hide
all the ways that I fail,
sure — without cause —
that I shall prevail.
Characters waking,
their tales to tell.
An urging inside me
is starting to swell.
Delight is ignited.
I’m going to write it.
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