A heavy burden upon my back,
it weighs me down till I can’t stand.
It begs me;
implores me,
until it can’t be ignored.

It steals my life away.

I nurture it until it’s grown,
then give it my heart and soul.
I love it.
I hate it.
I write it anyway.

And thus a poem is born.

A/N: This was originally part of "Scribbles and Words." I'm pretty happy with how this turned out, but the second line is still bugging me. Any suggestions would be great!