Semicolon

you write

perfectly formed metaphors.

of the world

you hear.

of the people

you experience.

of the issues

beating society over

the head.

why doesn't my writing

compare

why doesn't it flow

perfectly

why doesn't it sound

mature.

even though

i practice so

often

it seems stagnant.

i am intimidated

by what i read.

the pen

drops on the table

and the pipes

clog.

"i want this"

i sob

but i have

given up.

but my heart

can't take the rejection

i give myself.

and so i pick

up my pen

and flip the

page.

and i write

and write

and write.

until i can write

not like you,

but like me.