Sometimes doing Nothing is Freeing
Mind stops Raceing with Ideas
Like Bees busy collecting pollin for Honey
Fingers stop tapeing on the screen and my Braille Edge that acts like my Keyboard
The Faucet of Creativity will not Stop Flowing
I strive to Capture every Word
Like Seagulls who snatch Food from a Picnic table
I feel I need TO Write
Guilt knaws at my Existence
I Should Want to Write every Wakeing Hour
Only to Realise that I will Collapse like
A Horse that travels for Miles with a Break from Galloping
Exhaustion will weigh all Over
Unless I stop and take a Break
Recooperateing is not Laziness
It is Salvation for the Writer
Written by Muniza Master
