Monday, July 25, 2016


Forcing myself to write
on especially tiring days
exhausts me.
I have little want to spit out anything.
I find sometimes,
even the thought of looping words
becomes one of repulsion.
Not repulsion.
Wrong word.
More like:
getting lost in trying to find a starting point.
But I do also feel, pretty strongly,
that the act of practicing,
especially when you don't want to
holds power.

Riley Welch

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