Chapter 1
A blot of ink hits the coarse paper surface
With a million thoughts racing through the mind,
Only one makes its way onto the race track of a writing
And at times few words cross the finish line
The final winning step is what most see
Emotions, confusion,falls and repeated trials
Are a secret concealed in the sock of the racer's mind
Back and forth, the mind goes
I yearn to paint a picture of my thoughts
The hurdle between the finish line and the first step
Is the ability to coalesce the thoughts
To start writing,to put the pen to the paper and
To let that ink blot keep going
Till the final step, the last word
