I am a Writer

I am a writer

Not a singer, lyricist, or painter, thought sometimes I dabble

I bring words to life

Some envy what I’ve been blessed with when others simply don’t get it

Books, ink, and paper

I don’t require much to live, even food I oft go without

Coffee, sunlight, peace

A place to ponder existence or word rhyme and placement

God, life, love, my craft

No matter how complicated, it always boils down to some basic essentials

Form is not freedom

I do not lock my words into cages or rhyme or construction

Let the meaning shine

Mostly use the conformity as a game: just see if you can do it

Don’t force the message

When the ink no longer talks you cannot force it to speak

This is your life line

This keeps you alive, sane, and helps define your views

You are not speaking

Let that deepness in you rise up and be heard

I am a writer

So I cannot be limited by anything but myself

I bring words to life

So I will continue to until my syllables no longer breathe

Reviews

[Rachel DeHart]

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I really like this, not to mention relate to it a very large amount.

Great poem.