halfway to the party
and inspiration is faltering
slapping words into phrases
hoping they make any sense
breaking it into sections
so I don’t lose momentum
but my energy got up and went
and I’m left scrambling and outta breath
it’s one helluva workout…
for a pen with rusty muscles
drop and give me thirty
oh…no…wait…I already gave fourteen
umm…now where does that leave me?








Cleverly penned, Willow. Excellent write my friend. This feels like Deja Vu, I remember you done this NaPo thing on DU if memory serves me right. I’ll tell you the same thing I did then: “You got this and I’m in your corner cheering you on.” Halfway there.. Appreciate you.
Damian