Waiting to Get Out
There’s a writer living inside of me
Waiting to get out
I don’t know what to do with her,
She kicks, she screams, she SHOUTS!
I tell her we don’t have time today
So many things to do,
But the words start spilling out of her
Just as I get to school!
*This poem describes how I felt this morning before going to work, which happens to be a school. I had a few ideas for today's writing prompt; I didn't have time to create a poem from them.
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