My aspirations lie dormant, not dead
All I need to do is to set them afire and
Achieve my innermost heart’s desire!
My placid nature has placed a writer’s pen
In my willing hands, an instrument to be
Wielded freely to drive home my points!
This has now become an ongoing endless
Love affair, a flirtation between the mighty
Plume and the great assemblage of words!
I have to kindle the spark of creative flair
Make sense out of the nonsense, delving
Deep into my core and bring it up for air!
I have to spill everything- the good, the bad,
The ugly, sins of omission and commission
And be free and light to soar to lofty heights!
Thus unshackled of heart and head I can weave
Magical plots of story telling one after the other
Immersing completely in my craft sans leave!
Infusing new blood in all my aspirations
And then some….
“I am only one, but still I am one;
I cannot do everything, but I can do something;
And because I cannot do everything
I will not refuse to do the something
That I can do.”
Edward Everett Hale