Pen paused, the words were there
Then gone.
If I’m a writer, I need to be writing

Brain fuzzy, sabotage
Memories blind side me
Take me down dark rabbit holes
Where am I disappearing now?
This is against my will…
Or is it?
What do these distractions deter me from?
What do I get to avoid?

Living up to my greatest potential
Blasting through my fears
Challenging my comfort zone
So I stay small, safe, secure
Stagnant

Brain fuzzy, sabotage
Existing day by day
But not truly living
I die either way
But only one, I’ll die proud of who I was, who I am
Working hard to be me