A writers love

Note pads ontop of note pads

Filled with words

As I jot down my endless thoughts

While the late night darkness lurks

It’s when I’m at my best

By the light of the moon

Captivated by the silence

My mind is in full bloom

Like the phoenix I rise

Up from the days ashes

As my pen dances softly

Across all my pages

I step back and admire

What I’m contemplating to submit

But like many writers

I wonder if all the words fit

I second guess my words

And rip out some pages

I rewrite my lines

To emulate what I envisioned

And once it’s all done

To my version of perfection

I mull over it some more

And make careful corrections

I read it out loud

And then to myself

Should I or shouldn’t I

I whisper to the books on my shelf

I’m sure I look crazy

To anyone who may stare

I’m in my own world now

And I’m quite comfortable here

It’s where no one can judge me

And I am free to create

Facts or fiction

It’s all fair game

I put my headphones on

And continue my madness

Of organized chaos

While I work on different

Vocal media challenges

I make joyful noise

With a multitude of phrases

Then I hit submit

And share my creations