Writing has always been,
That hobby that was fun,
Which came to me pretty easily,
And I could do it whenever.
I had always kept it hidden,
Deep within my heart,
Because the stories were online,
And she did not approve very much.
But now my writing has come to light,
And everyone is excited to read,
But now I've got some writers block,
That seems so hard to overcome.
Ideas may come easily,
It's just the task of making it real,
I start it from the beginning,
And I stop during the middle.
With poetry it's not quite the same,
Because poems are normally short and sweet,
With really no plot to begin with,
I can usually do it with ease.
The only problem I have,
With poetry by my side,
Is I don't know what to write about,
And when I do they're sad and depressing.
So there's my favourite hobby,
Of writing a story or poem,
Of my hobby shrouded in darkness,
And then coming into light.
- Author: Eeva (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 25th, 2016 07:55
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 31
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