The words in my head won't come out.
They refuse to just slip through my pen or my fingertips.
They resist bribing and bargaining.
They evade my attempts to express or evoke or evince.
They balk at the idea of being let out.
In truth, they insist that I let them stay cozy and warm inside my head.
I refuse to let them stay hidden.
I resist the bribing and the bargaining.
I evade their attempts to hinder or hamper or hamstring my creativity.
I balk at the concept that they are something I cannot master.
Its the ultimate challenge, fighting with these words inside me.
They resist, I persist.
They refuse, I pursue.
Its a game we'll play until the end of time, but oh so worth it in the end.
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