My Hidden Writer Inside
I haven’t written anything today.
And “today” moves on from February to May
Then I realize this writer inside
has been hidden by the business of life
But if the words stay unwritten
I’ll begin to forget my purpose
and think reorienting my dreams around writing
wasn’t really worth it.
So I must write or die
Scribble or burn out
Because until the words lie on the page
I’ll never know how the story turns out