I wanted to write something today,
It had to be big and elaborate and gorgeous
The words, flowing from my pen as I look at the
Crinkled paper of my old notebook.
I wanted to write something today,
But my body was too heavy to move
From the position, I lay on my bed.
It is hard to open my eyes
On days like these.
I wanted to write something today,
To express how grateful I am for all
That I am able to do.
But all I can think about is
How nice it would be to assimilate into the void.
I wanted to write something today,
But the clouds of self-doubt outclassed
The motivation to be productive.
I wanted to write something today,
But my eyes are too heavy to continue.
Maybe tomorrow I will think,
“I want to write something today.”
And maybe I will write
Something that rivals the beauty of the odyssey.
But it is not tomorrow yet.
So I continue to think,
I want to write something today.
(Copyright Zoe Martin 2021)
