She struggles to finish her novel.
A task she carries weightier than a mountain.
It's as if its changed - her creation, her love of words-
to become an unapproachable animal,
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She cannot think for the moment,
for neither the words or story seem to be hers.
It is as if someone else is hitting the keys -
writing simultaneously, writing differently -
on the same paper,
on the same machine. But whose? ? you live in the world of inspiration. christians believe that angels come and inspire the writer and he or she begins to write unawares. so there are angels around you. thank you for this wonderful poem. tony
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She cannot think for the moment, for neither the words or story seem to be hers. It is as if someone else is hitting the keys - writing simultaneously, writing differently - on the same paper, on the same machine. But whose? ? you live in the world of inspiration. christians believe that angels come and inspire the writer and he or she begins to write unawares. so there are angels around you. thank you for this wonderful poem. tony