What to Write.

Trying to think of something to write.

Sitting here wondering with all of my might.

I puzzle and ponder 'til my brain starts to hurt.

I stare at the screen, gnawing my shirt.

Where are my ideas, where did they go?

I hope they come soon, like a lightning show.

Falling like rain and soothing to read.

That's what I like, that's what I need.

A raincloud of thoughts to put down on paper.

If only I had a mental thought shaper.

I could be a master of pencil and pen.

Writing things like this times ten.

A read chalk full of meaning to some.

To others just a squashed bug under thumb.

But I write for me, to see what I'm thinking.

To make me feel better, and not feel like I'm shrinking. 

Get those gears turning, let's write something down.

Light up a smile, git rid of the frown.

What can I write, what can I say.

I guess I'll find out by the end of today.

Well whadda ya know, I got something here.

And at the end of it all I see there was nothing to fear.