I have been working on a novel for over a year now
word by word, page by page, I see images reflected from my mind
onto a screen
Too often, I think I will never be able to finish it
Too often, I feel my writing will never be good enough
But every time I think
I've spent too
I've poured too large a part of my soul into it
I'd prove myself to be the idiot I've always believed
myself to be if I stop now.
And you know what? It works every time.
And now, a month into a depressive writer's block,
a year into life-threatening anxiety,
I still think I've gone too far
Too far to stop now, for any reason
I've worked too hard to give up now, we all
it's not only the novel I speak of.