Am I not inspired
by the misfortunes of my ancestors?
Why write if what I write is flowery,
content stripped of emotion?
Where would the allure be
had I not been to hell and back
and you unable to relate?
The purpose of all great writing is clear-
to be bold,
to give reality context,
to make the intangible tangible
if for only in one line.
Make messes on the page
and don’t you apologize.
A writer’s mind is never blocked.
It is simply filled with too much to say.
It is just a matter of getting it all out.