Writing: A Poem

Here’s a poem I wrote about writing. A book I recently read made me think of it, so I’m re-sharing it. What would your poem about writing look like?

Writing

I always come prepared. The blinking cursor won’t taunt me. Or come alive on the screen. Not when I have so much to say. Too much to say. To do. To be. And this is the only thing that costs nothing. At least. Until the words I type. Once inspired. Go out into the world. Then the price is not mine. As they wreak their havoc. Soothe invisible souls…