There’s no time. At least
that’s what I tell myself
before I have written anything
that my heart has cried to get out.
Except I don’t know what that is.
I haven’t known what that is.
So I guess it’s not time that I need.
And discipline. To make myself
heed the calling God has on my life
to glorify Him through writing.
It’s not that I don’t want to.
I just feel hindered.
Because I haven’t been “creative”
since college. And even then,
they were assignments. My writing
was always an assignment. Never
just because I wanted to.
Which is what I want to do. Now.
Please be patient
as I tread these waters of unfamiliarity.
This white wall waiting to be splatted with black.
Yes, I may even make up words.
But You don’t care, right? You just want me to write.