Nothing but excuses

I used to keep a journal. I haven't written since the summer and I can't put my finger on why.

I don't write anymore.

I've been searching for a reason why

It's like I've given up on myself

Maybe it's become too hard to try.

Wanting to be extraordinary

Yearning for some perspective

That I may or may not have

Slipping through my fingertips

I can't fight what's been dealt,

The classic mediocre curse.

How I've struggled to capture

the most emotion in a single verse.

I want to draw worlds with my voice

Mold families in one sentence.

Their choices belong to me

determined by my ink.

But all I have are excuses

prewritten in my mind:

I'm too tired

It's late

I don't have the time.

Deep down I know the reason.

The one I can't really admit.

I'm terrified.

Terrified that the one thing I want

Is the one thing I can't achieve.

I want to write.

But the second I type,

I see even the mere hope,

the semblance of passion,

vanish before my eyes.

Reviews

[terry smith]

I write everything then sift through it the more you write the better you become, anyone with a passion will succeed you just have to write. I think this is well written and it's about not being able to write! :)

[-JournyS]

Very majestic, and very true, pleasurable and very well written

[klawrites]

I love the honesty in this piece. Overcoming limitations is a great journey. Well done, I enjoyed the read!

[Rocky Morgan]

Hey you did a fine job....keep writing!