Some writer

The words would froth

in my mouth

and spill out

on to the page

I would write because I could not not

Now I sit, grasping for words. Not knowing what to say. I don't know what to do either.

I will tell you I have to be a writer. Someday. Not today.

Today is too difficult. Today is not possible. Some writer.

No wonder the words elude me. No, I elude words.