Writing: a Poem

There’s this bursting behind by my eyes.

All I can do is write.

My chest aches from the almost creative mania.

All I can’t do is write.

My thoughts, my dreams… they ride on this.

All I can’t do is write.

If I don’t do this, how will I ever do anything else.

All I must do is write.

Gasping, barely breathing, anxiety has swallowed me whole.

All I want to do is write.

I can’t breathe when I can’t write, I can’t breathe when I write.

All I thirst for is writing.

I cannot let my twisted brain destroy my future.

I will write.

I am writing.

Take that writer’s block.

Copyright © 2019 by Nita Pan
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