Some days
words don’t come,
thoughts don’t flow
as if I’ve forgotten all I know.
On these days the tendency mine
is to get angry,
push harder
to craft something fine.
What I've forgotten on those days
is that
the “magic” happens in
sitting down,
standing up,
sharpening the pencil
the chisel,
picking up the brush
and doing it
Every. Single. Day.