Every Friday,

I know it’s what I’ll see.

Hours and hours go by,

As I ponder on what to write.

News, science, sports and arts,

Always go down without a fight.

But writing something by myself,

Has always been the hardest part.

With no handle to hold, no article to read,

Every draft I want to tear apart.

Pounding my fists in frustration,

I think, “this is no fun,”

But I get a wave of relief,

Because it’s finally done.