Every day
I sit down
To write about my toddling years
And much to my surprise
A poem about fear
Pops out of my mind
And on to the screen, instead.
Message of encouragement to self:
Annie, let your thought processor relax
See this as a sign of
How tricky
The ego can be
When it gains control over
The thought processing side of your memory
As
My defense system
Is trying to protect me from pain—
I know it means well
So I feel grateful that writer's block
Has usurped only part of my brain
Because, knowing that, I can consciously choose to go with the flow
Over the past several days
I've written so many short ditties
That each has been titled
With a letter in the alphabet
And as I've already gone from A through T—
Upon awakening, today
My mind dittied out U
With insight into having hit a story-telling wall
I realize my subconscious is suggesting ...
It's practice/patience, muster/courage time
Knowing this to be true
I've come to accept this fact:
The body of this story
Will hit the bulls eye in its own good time
So with your permission
I'll reveal these ditties (or not)
In the order that each flowed naturally
Out of my mind
And once my sense of readiness ripens
This story will write itself, resistance-free
Ohhhmmm ...
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