Authors, Writers, Publishers, and Book Readers
I stutter and stumble over words that I can't get out,
The feelings bubbling up inside, make me want to scream and shout.
There are just some things even a writer can't write -
Those tear you apart, rip a h*** in your heart,
Make you feel like you've been flung from a great height - frights.
It's like certain words refuse to be penned,
My mind scared that in some way they might signal the end.
But we just bustle on and our pen helps us pretend.
Life is normal and happy - for our children of the mind,
For my pen has the power to give them the life I long to find.