One Task, Two Polar Opposite Voices, Which Will Win?

I can feel the words.

I can see the words.

They emanate within and travel toward the keyboard.

But they won’t come out; I can’t get what’s inside, out.

I think harder; I try to force it; they’re right fucking there; why can’t I grab them?

They’re so close, I feel them at the tips of my fingers, but they might as well be on the fringe of the Milky Way.

This is the most significant source of pain on the journey of my life’s calling.

It’s the feeling that I can’t express myself how I know I can.

Two voices appear, and I listen to both equally, but some days one of them wins, and some days the other wins.

You know this means tomorrow’s writing has the potential to be amazing. The day after a terrible day filled with the sense of ineptitude and chasing words you know are within you, but you can’t catch them, is 9 times out of 10 a day where you connect with magic.

The words are right there; what the fuck is wrong with you? You don’t have the skills or the chops to pull off what you’re trying to pull off. You suck at this.

Today’s victor remains undecided at the moment.