The Ability to Control
How could I stop?
How could I just throw all those years away?
Leave behind that little jewerlry shop?
Act as if my characters don't have a say?
I need to write.
How will Harper Chance manage to return to a normal life?
How could I just leave her to do it on her own?
Won't she need my help to see her through this strife?
To ignore this world I have been shown?
I need to write.
How would I show my feelings?
How could I manage without always having some way to vent?
What person could live without some way to endure the mental beatings?
Who would fix my life's dent?
I need to write.
Let's just face it, without my stories, I'd just flop.
Everything would turn to shades of gray.
My heart would stop.
My sanity would not stay.
I need to write.