I am a writer.
Painting scenes in a reader’s mind
Using a pen instead of a brush.
The click clack of a keyboard
Is stuck in my head
Until the day all words will leave me.
My fingers ache
My mind is filled with color;
However, there is a catch.
Nothing, absolutely nothing, I write
Will be exactly what I want to say.
No one is a telepath,
No one will ever know
What the story truly is;
But isn’t that what being a writer is about?