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I feel like writing a poem Yet no thoughts come to me. No rhyme or reason to share No will to fill the empty pages. With ink and words. Yet I feel like writing a poem. Why? To be appreciated by people I barely know? To be criticised by those who matter? Or simply because I want to let everyone know I am still at it, The struggle and the journey Not giving up on dreams just yet. I got what it takes, I am running in a race With millions of others across the globe Named, unnamed, anonymous, famous To prove that I can write. But why? Here I am scribbling every day. Procrastinating about the story in my head Which is yet to find the right plot. Here I am weary from nothing. Yet sleepless awake and alert Anxious about how the words refuse to flow In a night of writer's block. I don't stop even when I want to. I can't stop, even when the thoughts tire me. As if I have a world out there Waiting for me to prove my worth. © S...