Inept
unable to write, mind much too clogged
An Idea,
an Inception
Involvement from others, never planned by myself
Ingenious, perhaps, can't call it my own.
Insecure
unable to write, mind still too clogged
An intimidation,
an infection
Incompetent to self, never quite good enough
Insidious, these thoughts, do I call them my own?
Ignite me
inspire me to write, unclog my mind
Involve You,
Impel me to Your thoughts, always more than enough
Individual I am, You will call me Your own.
