Apparently
I write well.
This comes as something of a surprise
Because I feel out of practice
And I so seldom write what I like to read.
But somehow I manage to capture
People, struggle, emotion and
Put them to a page.
With my words I can give people feelings,
Teach them about the world.
Even as this power bemuses me.
There are worse super heroes to be
Worse powers to try to wrangle, or I
Tell myself that when
I never can wash of the ink from my hands
The people in my life are tired of hearing about
Whatever I’ve written
Or when my characters decide they don’t like my plot.
I wouldn’t trade it even still,
This magical power of words.