This is an ode
To my empty mind
With a thirst for words that just won’t come
Parched by the persistent pest that is
Procrastination
This is an ode
To the rhythmic tap of the ‘Delete’ key
When frustration builds up in my throat
Like a pill too stubborn to swallow
A supplement called struggle
This is an ode
To that light-bulb moment of inspiration
Fingers racing, mind pacing as
Words flow from my fingertips
This rushing, raging river of determination
This is the process
Every tired yet diligent writer goes through
Letting out an exasperated sigh of relief
When you finally type
The End.
