The hardest part of writing

Constantly plagued with how to start
When it comes, it’s a broken pipe
River of never ending words
Each time the rhythm is different
The flow takes many directions
When you write, you must face yourself
You’re forced to chew a bitter truth
It’s hard to keep up with the rules
Forms are good when the lines are few
Longer ones, a train to nowhere
The hardest thing about writing
Is falling in love with your work

Vera