I Think I am a Writer
I wrap myself in another world as only I can see;
I think of things so vividly I imagine what they be,
I open up my heart and soul to find an inter space,
I paint a picture out of words that others cannot trace.
I know I need to concentrate on what I want to say.
I need a fresh and open mind to brighten up my day.
I sit here calmly at my desk stroking letters knowing;
I need a time just meant for me to get my juices flowing.
I welcome inspiration as I proceed along my way.
I want to express myself but clutter blocks my waves.
I sometimes deal with wild distractions clogging up my brain.
I try to stay in focus as I ride this runaway train.
I think I want to be the one to help as best I can.
I want to introduce a thought to help the modern man.
I read to find the answers to questions I don’t know.
I like to know a little bit of what I’m doing as I go.
I don’t pretend to know it all and sometimes don’t know much.
I like to give my own opinion on worldly news and such.
I comment on reality and focus on attractions.
I tell it as I see it with all the thrills and actions.
I’m only one person trying to make a difference.
I hope to accomplish this with the help of reference.
I think you figured it out by now just what I think I am.
I think I am a writer just trying to do the best I can.
I like to write fiction and am inspired by my friends;
I try not to get in too deep and leave without an end.
I research for articles when answers are in need.
I may write most anything from news to poetry.
I know my many years of living give me an added boost,
I live in a world of chaos which accompanies abuse.
I struggle to succeed the ups and I woe the downs,
I constantly remind myself I’m not the only clown.