She lives for those days and nights,
when the words just rush from her mind,
into her fingers and onto the pages,
They are far between but as she patiently waits,
she plods on, struggling through.
It’s harder without these moments but she makes do.
She is not a writer because of these moments only,
but because of her determination and her never giving up.
Even when she wants to throw the lap top at the wall,
and curse and scream because the words won’t come.
She takes a deep breath and she keeps going.