For the longest time I've been trying to figure out how to finish this poem. When you're burnt out and you have writers block, culmination of spending the past year doing nothing but getting over life and writing a ton of poems, it can get really frustrating when you have an idea you really like but are unable to come up with a way to bring it to being.
Moments like this are bane for writers. Instead of spending all day on a mediocre date with a blank white page, what I tend to do when one of them overstays its welcome is one of two things: force something to be there that isn't and relentlessly tinker till brains fry, or just leave it and set it aside until I'm able to revisit it later when inspiration strikes.
Stump isn't even a poem really, merely a small piece of the amount of thoughtage that can go through a person's mind as they go about their day to day, Rupi Kaur style, but I really liked the end result and wanted it to pack a punch and pay homage to Briggs.
After a few weeks of shelving the draft, keeping the idea warm and on call until the timing was right, this morning as I finished brushing my teeth it came to me. How to finish the poem. I needed to embrace my inner drama queen. And there you have it:)
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