The Enemy

The nugget of something
Is there
But in the act of putting it on the page
It disappears

No flare of wit or will
Nothing to separate
From all the other people struggling to take bits of language and string them together in a way that is meaningful

Wavering in the face of the need to be
Shadowed by all those
Names and Ideas and Prose that people

Writer’s block
Is simply the scorn of myself
Nothing that can’t be seen
In a mirror

The wall that rises up
Is my own self-doubt
Laughing at the preposterous notion
That I could ever be a writer

This is truly the enemy to my writing this week! Whatever you do, don’t let your own self-doubt or lack of belief hold you back. We all start somewhere.

2 Replies to “The Enemy”

    1. Glad it helped! My favourite comment came from a creative writing tutor. She likened it to people walking into a gay bar and saying ‘I’m trying to be gay.’ We’re all doing it, so that’s what we are!


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