The Medium Struggle
Why is this so difficult?
All I want to do is write.
That should be the most important thing.
Yet I focus on two things;
Paper…
Or keyboard?
Do I want to write
With a smooth blue gel ink pen,
Or do I want to quickly type
What I think
As it pops in my head?
I sit at the kitchen table
Under the dim light
With my laptop open
And a notebook and pen
Laying in front of me.
I want to feel the ballpoint
Rolling around effortlessly
On the blank white paper,
Aching to be made into something
Beautiful.
I want to quickly spit out
Pages and pages of poetry
Without having to scribble,
Without ripping out useless sheets.
I just want to write.
Sometimes it is paper,
Sometimes it is keyboard.
In the end,
It doesn’t matter.
I sit with my medium
And bleed.
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