Writer
Oh, Sweet friend of mine,
my heart sings your name
because of the love
you hold within
that has touched my heart.
I am a writer,
I seek out words
to tell my story,
to give you a piece of me
so that you will know me
better.
But this beating heart
pulses poetry
which belies innocence
with every breath,
each tawdry syllable
condemning my virtue.
A curse to be named writer
when the letters
will form no words
and words won't come
so that I seem empty
and inept in my writing.
Bear with me, dear friend,
while I seek charity
and wisdom from those
who have gone before me
and paved way for all
who would dare be called
poet.



Hugs, Patricia





Great job, and good luck in the contest!






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