By Haley Kim
Poems, you tricky little thing,
I sit here for hours, wondering,
Trying to think of something to write,
Maybe I’ll wait ‘til daylight.
Anxiety crawling up my skin,
Should I just toss this in the bin?
And then, I see the light,
And much to my delight,
My fingers are starting to fly,
Heart racing like a butterfly.
Clack, clack, goes the keyboard—
It’s that spark I’m chasing toward
The ideas begin to flow,
Is this a fear I can outgrow?
One word becomes two, then three,
And then suddenly the poem’s free