"What is it you write?"
I hear them say,
"A little bit of everything,
Whatever I feel that day."
"But what do you write most?"
They wearily persist,
"I cover all genres,"
I smile, I insist.
"Some days I write of love,
Others I write of pain,
Quite often poetry,
There is no single lane.
Things just come to mind,
Ideas, they ascend,
I switch off from the world,
Letting words flow like a river's bend."
With a feigned smile, they say,
"You must pick just one,
The world won't read your work
If you do it just for fun."
I appreciate their words,
But I can't help but disagree,
The beauty of creative writing
Is that anything can be.
We've were once told
There are no rules on how to write,
So why must I confine myself
When opportunity shines so bright?
It's the pastime I love most,
It's just what I enjoy,
Creating new worlds
Like a child with a toy.
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Comments (4)
YES! 👏🏼 You shaped my dilemma into poetry. Love it.
I would like to have this made into a poster and placed on my wall
This is so great, Amber!
Outstanding.