Fear of writing trash

Is like an invisible arm

Restraining my hand with an iron grip,

Keeping my hand from

Giving the words in my mind

A chance to reach the page.

It’s as though the mere sight

Of unvarnished thoughts

Are confirmation of my deepest doubts

About my ability to write.

And so rather than bear the pain of seeing


I’d rather see a blank page,

Somehow convincing myself

That it is better this way.

But the beauty of the writing process

Is that often,

Hidden amongst the awkward sentences

And ill fitting phrases

Are glimpses of something I can be proud of.

And so I’ve come to know

That if I sit with my first drafts for long enough,

What starts out as trash

Can turn out to be the raw material of a



One thought on “Fear of writing trash

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s