C. J. Black
Words should flow freely through my quill
I should not be writing against my will.
But that is how it is this night
Is there comfort for my plight?
My den can be such a lonely place
I must write something to fill this blank space.
I know once I set my mind to writing
Something will emerge, it may not be overly exciting.
If it were, now there would be a plus
This would leave me feeling quite nonplussed.
At this point, with the candle melting slow
Filled with what could only be described as an inner glow
A burning desire you might say, to satisfy this need
Failure, not being part of my vocabulary – means I will succeed.
So, now as I sit – a word in your shell like ear
Never allow it enter your head – that dreaded word called fear.
Words will flow freely through your quill
You’ll write with confidence, not against your will.
With this proverb I am at one –
“Well begun is half done”
Cha Sara Sara.
C. J. Black©β