the writer inside
A poem
We can try to run We can try to hide There's no denying the writer inside Questions abound when words run dry Patience and rhymes are in short supply Am I a writer or am I fooling myself? Then that ache deep inside presents itself It fills your head until you're about to burst Then you realize that not writing feels worse The words flow like a raging river on fire The head and heart amicably conspire Words fill the page as if fed from a book. Ease in writing shifts the writer's outlook Though obligations we shall abide We must celebrate the writer inside Our words need to be heard among the noise Writers must lead with reason, caring, and poise
Take care of yourself,
Rod
I like it!....it's true.
So true and only a writer truly gets this! Glad to see you back writing here