Sometimes the words just pop in my head
And I cannot write them down fast enough.
Other times, there is nothing there
No matter how long I sit and stare.
Will the paper remain blank forever?
It is on those days of immense joy or pain
That I will begin to write again.
A single verse may come to mind
And take me back in place or time.
And so it is with me.
Written by: Connie Morgenroth
January 6, 2014