Words slip from my mind
On to the blank page in front of me
Yet their meaning fades in the air
I struggle to put the words back in place
Like a broken puzzle that doesn’t fit
The story I need to tell, lost
Like so many, I have let fall by the wayside
When will inspiration grip my mind
Give the story from beginning to end?
Something I can be proud of
To say yes, this is it
The one that will move mountains
break hearts, shed a tear over.
Publishers to fight over
Wouldn’t that be nice?
A story in waiting no longer…