i am a writer! i shout this
while they show me my blank
journals, my hand naked
of any calluses.
no really, i am!
it is all in my head
somewhere
very, very far.
i am afraid
i have so much to say
there are clouds in my mind
terrible, terrible storms
when they clear
i can show you
the flowers.
yes the ink lies there on
the pages, you will see.
i am afraid
i have so much to say
and no one will ever hear it.
my pen haunts me.
it is cold here.
but you must believe me
i am a writer
maybe i will never be
one of the greats
surely the canon will
never include my name
but i am a writer.
i promise you
i think
no, i know
no, i just am.