A Writer's Will

Ink to paper

Thoughts turned to immortal words.

I am a Creative Writer.

Starving Artist.

Lazy.

No future.

Voices turn down a permanent passion.

One held within me my entire life.

No one believes.

No one understands.

My mind wanders to the life of an author.

Eyes reading my words,

As excitement—

Happiness—

Surprise—

Anger—

Love—

Finds its way to eager eyes.

Perhaps one has to travel to Mordor,

Destroy Hocruxes,

Discover immortality through paintings,

And go through loves tribulations to look through another’s inner beast,

To block out the words of the non-believers.

I may not be a mathematician,

Economists,

Politician,

Biologists,

Foreign Language extraordinaire—

But I too, get into problems I cannot solve or debate.

I too, struggle.

I am a Creative Writer.

I will do all I can to follow my passion.

I will write my written word.

Artists.

Passionate.

Strong.

Yes, I am a Creative Writer.

I live through my words,

And my words live through me.