Words have not come easily of late.
Life has become cluttered and hectic, diverting attention.
Crises have come and gone, stealing time and energy.
Busyness has crept in, establishing a beachhead that it will not concede.
Though my soul has burned to write,
Though my hands have ached to pick up a pen,
Though my mind has mulled topic after topic,
I have not done what I ought.
Writing is warfare,
Pitting writer and pen against the tyrannical forces of
The insurgency of the urgent,
At the expense of the important and the eternal.
Fight! Resist! Conquer!
Dream! Create! Write!
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