A hesitation

Makes me question

 

To see if my spelling is correct

 

Glaring at words in a thesaurus

 

The original

Not poetic enough

The process

Altered

 

The instinct versus the allegory

 

The words

Find their way

From a notebook

To a computer anyway

 

 

I digress

To find myself…

 

 

Editing my intuition

 

As if it ever mattered before

 

I can be amazing “dichotomistic”

As if there is a correct answer

 

The judger of language

Will always stare at a

Blank page

 

They are just words

After all

 

Even if they are made up