I want to write, but I don’t know how

To relate to readers of something now

Or to guide the words across the page
Without guiding the words into a misty haze

I get stuck on how to articulate
Should I just leave my sentences up to fate?
Or should I brainstorm, outline, then delegate?
All of this leaves me in such a confused state

Why must writing be so challenging?
It is not dazzling, like I was imagining
Here I go, rambling throughout the page
Unwittingly abandoning my readers in the midst of a maze

All I want is to write, but to write I don’t know
For doing so requires a certain flow
A flow that must not be embedded in my capabilities
Perhaps my inability inhabits with my other deficiencies

Writing should be easy, breezy and clean
Crisp as a page, mesmerizing as a queen
Writing should be an escape, an abyss, a door
To opportunities galore, not to mindless snores

I wish that I could write, but it is clear I cannot
I always get stumped on what to do and what not
It seems I have no chance at becoming Shakespeare
I lack the vocabulary, competence, and composure

But alas; I just wrote