I wish I had,
a bottle to entrap
or a recorder to record.
Maybe a camera even
or something of that sort
which could save and savor
the guilt which I have
every morning
of the time not spent writing
the previous day,
of another wasted day.
Some silly excuse got in the way.
The strong desire to write,
blazes fiercely every morning
but fades over the course of the day
as time sway
everyday
Some silly excuse always gets in the way.
I wish I had,
the power to harness,
my remorse of not writing
and use it as a muse
to channel my eloquence,
allowing the words to flow out
fluidly
through my pen.
I wish I had,
control over my instincts,
and not the other way around.
I wish I had,
the conviction,
and,
the discipline,
to write everyday.
There are a lot of things,
I wish I had,
but none more than this.
– I wish I had
18th March 2020
