A Sometimes

Dwelling within me are so many thoughts,
Many too deeply buried for words;
I write to express these thoughts
(Putting them into words is a delightful challenge).
Sometimes these thoughts well up,
And I wish to write
      But I am not up to the challenge:
The thoughts are too deep
And I am too tired to bring them out.
So I sit with pen in hand,
Paper before me,
And a thousand ideas trying to escape.
Sometimes—
When the pressure is too great—
I write about it instead.