Why would you doubt yourself?
Put your heart on the paper
and let the words come as they will.
You’ve done it before:
weeks of silence and drought
have surrendered to the music,
be it the birds or Bartok,
and you’ve found a way
to put those sounds into writing,
to let your mind run free
through the sights of a day,
and seize on that moment
when your pencil can say,
this is what I have loved.
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