pretend you have something profound to offer
fake it till you make it, they say
then you will find you are truly the author
with a firm grasp of what to portray

then you’ll write all day and you’ll write all night
the words will pop forth and flow out
the things you say, they will be just right

until they’re not
then you’ll struggle
you’ll feel lost
like right now

so I’m done




wait - what?

not really, not even close
but that’s the fear that I have,
even though it’s morose

for who would I be
without a pen and some paper?
nothing at all
so I’ll continue to labour