earning for your touch,
Your taste,
Your tease.

Desire ignites,
I crave you.

Yet here I sit,
Alone,
Penning this verse.

Why are our worlds
So near,
Yet so distant?

The say being a reader is the greatest treasure.
What about being a writer ✍.
To have the power to create and destroy at your hands.
To write you must be knowledgeable and a committed reader.
To write you must have the gift.

~Mid July thoughts.

I have seen world's I haven't visited.
Experienced hardships I wasn't meant for.
I have loved families that weren't mine I have fought battles conquered foes even when I had no idea on how to wield a sword.
I have felt the joy and laughter in children.
I have felt the struggles of emperors' and princes' yet I wasn't royalty.
I have taken charge of armies as a general I even played the damsel in distress might I say.
I have forged words like how a blacksmith does to metal but for me as a wordsmith.

~This is the diary of a writer✍

I am a writer, and I put my hands to writing.
I train my hands in the ways of warriors.
When enemies come looking for a fight,
I give them a war.

I train my hands in the ways of farmers.
When spring comes around,
I till the soil and plant seeds.

I train my hands in the ways of artists.
With brushes and colours,
I paint the world as I see it.

I train my hands in the ways of musicians.
With strings and keys,
I create melodies that speak my heart.

I train my hands in the ways of builders.
With hammer and nails,
I construct dreams from mere ideas.

I train my hands in the ways of healers.
With gentle touch and care,
I mend wounds both seen and unseen.

I am a writer, and my hands do more than write.
They fight, they farm, they create, they build, they heal.
In every action, in every deed,
My hands tell the stories of my soul.

When I’m lost in her rhythm...
                                 I am in Heaven.