Thinking Won'T Begin Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sitting, waiting, can't think of any reason for being here.

What will I say? There are no ideas running wildly about
my mind, no thoughts cogitating within, what will I say.

Having no clue whatsoever, sitting and writing, hoping for
the words to emerge before I enter the office.

What are my feelings? Only those of confusion and distraught
mentoring of self.

A few more minutes and my mind will have to think of what to
say or I'll look like a total jerk.

That seems to be nothing new, but I will swallow fears and
begin anew.

What will I say? Still no clues issuing forth. Time is just
about up and totally ready, yet without a thought of what to
say.

Prayer, deep and quick, God please help and guide me for I
want very much to say what is on my mind, if I could only
think of something.

Make it good Lord, make it count. Wanting very much to say
what is on my mind, if I could only think of something, I'd
be fine.

Reorder, rearrange, think, pray, doubts feverishly racing back
and forth, please Lord, help me to say something relevant.