To Write A Poem Poem by Corinne Watt

Months of unused paper
untouched, buried at the bottom
of the pile of 'Things To Be Done'.
A restless night
the soul stirs
rises, reaches and writes.
My inspiration and identity pour forth
onto the page - letter word line column.
My words my soul my value
freed from hibernation
but recaptured on a page.
I write, oh thank you God! I write
until the end. And it crawls back inside.
Months of unused paper
Waiting 'To Be Done' start to pile again.