Struggling with words
Sometimes the Poet struggles to find the words that fit.
Sometimes the words come easy sometimes it's bit by
bit.
Sometimes the speaker struggles to get the phrasing right.
Struggling with words both morning and night.
Sometimes the words struggle with themselves trying to find
where they belong.
Is that right? Is this wrong?
Struggling with words you may have never heard.
It is every writers plight, but the outcome is pure
delight.
For though our tools are words and pen.
Each day we write and the struggles begin.
Not merely an artform it's more like a calling.
And there is no greater feeling than when
the right flow is falling.
Every word finding it's place, brings a smile
to my face. My struggle with words are not
in vain.
bjs(c)2001