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The Eclectic Pen - Rutted and Tired

By: Silvana M.  
Date Submitted: 6/28/2011
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 143
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I am a wagon wheel, on a dirt road, after a hard rain, carrying a heavy load. I am a hand on the keys, hesitating, unable to even flinch. I am the word rewritten again and again, line after line scratched out to nothing, ready to become something. I am a brick wall, between a canvas and a brush, between a needle and a cloth, between these words and my pen. I am impenetrable, immovable, inexorable. I am one room away from the music, one day away from the sunshine, one meal away from the feast. I am on the precipice of greatness, but I have stepped too far from the edge. I am a statue, an effigy, a representation of what I should be, but I am stone still and waiting. I am a wagon wheel, sunken deep in the rut of my own struggling, trying everything to break free.

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