The Pulsing Cursor

The pulsing cursor stares right back at me
Blinking it seems for hours on end
But I stare right back it, contemplating
If I should go back to paper and pen

“Write the damn thing”
The voices in my head say over and over again
In my dreams, in posts, even in aspiring quotes
Pushing me toward that dream I once dreamt

And of course, I know that to write at such length
Like several marathons it will be very exhausting
Feeling like an epic warrior after that first draft
But then revisions would seem to be so daunting

The battle between procrastination and inspiration
Rages on in that little corner of my mind
When self-doubt could be such a defeatist
And the passion lingers around confined

It’s then when I look for that tipping point
When the light goes on to help my resolve
Then this judging pulsing cursor will witness
The resolute word flow that helps me evolve

I’m half way through
Therefore I’ll go forth