My Inspiration

‘Write!’ Mom said, her voice ablaze

‘Why?’ I answered, ‘for it’s just a cage

Of words and rhythm and strictest rules

Of boring topics that they plan in school.’

But she insisted, her voice so clear

Until just to silence her, I caved, ‘Yes dear.’

And so I wrote, a simple haiku

About how awful writing was, to be true.

But then in the waving of a batch of trees,

I saw a proud army, standing not at ease

A cloud became a castle, a barn became a ship

And all my beliefs of boring writing did flip!

Now I write all the time,

It is my voice, it is my rhyme

My emotions are freed, no longer caged

And in written words, my heart can rage.

Of a battered farm and an old blind mare

Of music and magic and love so fair.

The Bard’s Curse I have, to be assured

And of it I wish never to be cured!

My Mother’s wisdom is what awoke my song

And now I sing it all day long.

Notebooks fill my bag, my room, my desk

And writing fills the heart in my chest.

And now I go, my story told,

To write some more of a maiden bold,

Whom fights for right in a land of evil crew

Alas! I've said too much! I must bid thee adieu!