My Right Mind

If it was my job to write
would I sit stone-still, staring
at the screen, the page
the blank wall
for hours
paralyzed
remembering years of days filled entirely with
inconsequential things
messages requiring responses
calls to return
lists of items to be crossed off
Because now feels so full
and my right mind knows
I am the one who has made it so

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