Why I Write, Part x+277: Learning to Write Again

I piled a drought on a skid on a slump.

What were neurons creative, are now just a lump.

In dropping a habit, I made one anew:

Writing's something I think about, then fail to do.

Writing feels like I'm dragging my brain up a hill,

and when I'm inspired, I'm lacking in will.

But I made a new habit half a decade ago.

I can still make one now, though the going be slow,

and since I can do it, that's what I will do.

(Though I've said this before, on occasion—or two.)