i have so many words
itching to get out
plots and characters
living at my fingertips
waiting for me to breathe life
and bring them onto the page
why can't i?
they are stuck
waiting for me
should they simply
go find someone else?
should they simply
stop wishing for me?
no
i can do this
i think i can
i shall try
to write
and breathe life
and breathe hope
and breathe courage
maybe into myself
maybe into others
but *******
i will do this
i will write
and breathe something
into the world
something that will
impact others
make them talk
make them think
make them hope
dangerous weapon
to have and hold
i would much rather not
i suppose i have no other choice
to find the words
and get the courage
because i know what i must do
this is what i want
this is what i need
this is for me
and for others
to make an impact
to make a difference
to make my life
mean something