Writing
is that fickle bitch
who turns around
and smiles at me.
She ignores me. Then, she gives me her attention.
She tickles me in interesting places.
I call her up
and we talk. It’s a forced conversation
and any magic that I thought was there
is gone,
in a swish of her hair.
Writing
smiles at me,
and then
she says,
“You’re not enough.”
Intellectual Shaman 
Wow! She is mean. That’s when I say, “I am enough.” And keep writing anyway.
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Hopefully, writing is like a bad cold, it just keeps on coming back. Some days, I feel like quitting, but on others, I have to write.
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I think we both had her. She’s so predictable.
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Too true, the wee smirk!! 🙂
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I’m a little confused about what this means and what it’s personifying but it’s interesting!
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So is luck ,another badass bitch
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Too true!
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