If
I were
to write
every day
for one
hundred days,
would my soul
be purged of
this malaise;
is it a thing
to be dredged,
dragged up –
twisted
and tied
like tattered
bed sheets
knotted
together;
is there
a remedy
for this
scourge;
or is this
an inherent
restlessness,
a fiery blue
spark of eternal
angst igniting
passion – a call
to write?
(Originally posted February, 2017. Image my own)
One Woman's Quest 
Everything’s the call, no? It’s whether / how respond that counts. nice work, VJ
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Can’t answer to the malaise, but I bet something wonderful would result from you writing for that many days. You are amazing. Your words are beautiful. Thanks, VJ
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I do believe, and do not know, this may be the question of every writer, whether poetry or prose.
You penned it well!
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I think writing is our therapy and writing everyday may bring about a cure. 💖💖💖
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