Sacrificing time to write

I lay my pen to rest,

As duties call with force.

My stories, half-possessed,

Must wait without remorse.

The clock ticks by, unkind,

As hours fade to black.

My heart aches in my mind,

For words I cannot track.

The sacrifice I make,

Is bitter, though it’s true.

But life is mine to take,

And writing must fall through.

So I’ll bide my time and wait,

For moments to return.

And till that hour is fate,

My pen must lay and yearn.

About M R Pritchard

M. R. Pritchard is a two-time Kindle Scout winning author and her short story "Glitch" has been featured in the 2017 winter edition of THE FIRST LINE literary journal. She holds degrees in Biochemistry and Nursing. She is a northern New Yorker transplanted to the Gulf Coast of Florida who enjoys coffee, mint chocolate, cloudy days, and reading on the lanai.
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