the opening line of a new poem comes to mind
I write it down
impressive
inspiring
out of the blue
I think of what should follow
several attempts, no progress
I doze off, wake up, continue
putting many activities on hold
still
no progress
can’t think of a sensible continuation
frustration
days pass by
I sit, rise, pace, take a break, return, take another break, eat, drink,
still
very little progress
I do not give up
because I have come to realize
that
to the determined, bars bend
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