It’s the addiction to words
The offspring of story ideas
Feeling discouraged with being disillusioned
The garbage can being a writer’s friend
The pen that actually says writing on when
The computer telling the writer you can
A writer being absorbed in his or her own emotion
An idea being a sunrise including an ocean
Waves performing on the writer’s calm seas
Hair blowing in the breeze
A touch of calmness with the feeling of being at ease
The writer reflecting on their own time piece
It was time well kept as you slept
Writing appreciation in what the writer felt
Yet it was a situation in what the writer dealt
It was that writing day and night
The lamp became my guiding light
It was writing being a marathon
In between I had to yond
When it came to writing I had to respond
Writing desire with outer emotion
A concept with an angle to explore
It was that confidence and I had a definite sure
Writing anonymous but the writer being known
As a writer one must always remember they are never alone.