Writer
I’m loving
myself more every day
But actually
I’ve always felt this way
Abusive to
my psyche, terrible to my soul
I’m remembering
what makes me whole
The ink that
flows like blood from my pen
The
characters and worlds that come from within
The racing
sensation of my rapid heart
I feel a
shock grab me when a new world starts
It’s like a
drug that is coveted, precious,and new
To bring
life to one that’s never been viewed
A creator of
worlds and characters previously unseen
To go where
they are and tell what they mean
Calling my
name, never letting me sleep
Scenarios demand
from my mind to leap
I will
forever love this amazing craft
I will
create for the rest of my days
Down to my very last ragged breath
