From the time I have known, There was a little seed in my mind that I had sown, It was my wish and desire to write, But every time I made up my mind, Had no insight and lost track of my sight… I used to a pick a white sheet and pen, To put down my thoughts but always Ended up in a den… I always wondered how poems were written Questioned myself if I needed to be, Smart, intelligent or love smitten… None of that I could possibly be, I was just plain simple and could just be me… Suddenly I seem to be struck by lightning... All my time I want to now spend in writing… I ponder over and over on my feelings, This seems to have exploded like a volcano, Forcing me to tread life in a different path off on a canoe… It makes me now feel light as a feather, Oh how much I have fallen in love with this new weather… Counted the numbers and it sums up to ten, All of them seem to have had a different reason for me to pen… I wish to go on writing as long as possible… Wonder what more could be in store and plausible…
Nice one. Keep writing buddy and through yours, others would see many a lightning and get the energy! -rgs