Writer's Whispers

When times get tough

When times are tough,

I choose to not hold my pen,

I choose to ignore

The urge to cradle

My baby.

Because,

When contact is made

Between my right hand

And my black pen -

I

Start to write about her.

It's not like I'm obsessed,

I've passed that stage,

It's just that

My feelings for her

Tell me to forget my worries

And just think about her,

Then everything will be okay