Writer

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