Wake up in the night feeling inspired,
Walk around the next day blissfully tired,
Release my thoughts to a sea of bloggers,
Only to find they are barely acknowledged.
But those thoughts couldn’t be kept in side of my head!
Sure as I’m alive, they needed to be said!
And this is a fact that is indisputable
Based on that one person that might say, “That’s beautiful.”
The Metamorphosis of A Writer
Who can I be today?
Maybe a child out to play?
Or maybe I’m a bit depressed
And you won’t see me at my best.
Maybe I’m a single girl
Breaking hearts around the world
Or will I make you think twice?
Like a prophet giving sage advice?
Scathing and bitter my words may strike
As you hesitate to comment much less like
Or attempts at humor that may be
Dismissed as nothing more than silly.
Maybe I’m a mother so filled with adoration
Or a fellow writer giving inspiration
Or maybe I hit on something real
That makes you say “That’s EXACTLY how I feel!”
And so Oz-like, the curtains part
And though you wait with beating heart
And steel yourself with bated breath…
You see a housewife at her desk.