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.