Book Club / Writing


I want to write.
I want desperately to be able to connect 
with the thoughts whirling
around my mind. 

But every time I try,
I draw a blank.

I plunge into the waves,
but the current whips me under
tosses me around
and spits me back out
gasping for air.

Nothing gained, 
Nothing lost,
But a feeling of what could have been.   

Nothing lost, but a feeling of what could have been