The Writer in Me
If you looked into my brain, you'd see gears that constantly turn,
And see words formatting themselves as inspiration--like fire--burns.
I was not inspired by the great poets of old, nor was I taught in a class.
Since childhood, I simply took a pen and paper and wrote as time passed.
How could I have known that this would become my art?
All I've done is express my experiences from the heart.
Yes, my fingers fly and jump around likef a skipping heart-beat;
Inspiration fills me with words that sound so sweet!
It's been rooted deeply into my life,it even has a part in my prayers;
I can freely describe my triumphs and struggles, my glee and despairs.
This God-given gift has become a part of my identity;
It's as though it were a branch that's attached to a tree
My journey with words doesn't have a dramatic backstory,
But that's okay, for I prefer not to write for my own glory.
I just love to use what God gave me and create literary art!
The only thin that bugs me is not always knowing where to start...