Second Draft At Last

It took a while; it was a trial and I will admit there was fear

That I would never finish, that my vision would fail but now it’s here.

A novel how novel even if years late where writer’s block grew and grew.

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Let Sisyphus’ burden quake as I carry it, for the block did move.

My muse crippled by my plans gone astray yet alive all the same

A few words at a time, a long contemplated line – the truth is I was to blame.

Dille and dallied; delayed. For greater things I thought lay ahead

And yet time got way, I was outplayed and misled

By myself, in hubris and greed, but now I see

Those many mistakes were the making of me.

It took a while; it was a trial and yet I did persevere

For no novellete no novella did come together

And at last my novel is here.