It’s just the first hour

With eleven more to follow

I am staring at a blank page

I am willing the words to flow

I thought writing came easy to me

I am an author, that’s my job

Yet a simple poem eludes me

I am feeling like a big flop

It’s not ‘in’ to rhyme, I know

But it’s the best I can do

I am struggling to stay afloat

I am determined to see this through