Poetry | Untitled (Thoughts on Writing)

Tonight, I want
to write freely,

without pretense
or consideration.

I hold in my hand
a book of poetry,

seeking inspiration

or emotions,
long lost and unknown.

In this moment, too,
my hands shake.

yet still,
I reach for my pen.

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