I don’t know what it is

before I start to write

Is it inspiration

or nerve

that I need?

I’m not intimidated

by the blank page

I just know

that words can’t be forced

I can’t write all day

and I don’t want to

It isn’t work

or some joyless activity

If I get thoughts down

by the end of the day

small problems

get even smaller

and I rest my head

on my pillow

Knowing…

My words

gave me

Meaning.