It’s hard to write words,
When I want to write words.

Whenever I least expect it
A thought comes
And develops
Into a poem written
In my mind.

If I don’t have my pen,
Those poems wander away
Lost forever.

But when I want to write,
Nothing comes.
My mind is blank.
The canvass is
Empty.

Thoughts on forcing yourself to be creative… Came up when thinking about today’s poem.