I'm just a writer
Someone who molds letters
I don't fight in battles
Words are my sword
I'm just a writer
"Not really anything special"
Most ignore the talent
They're too busy with the scoreboard
I'm just a writer
Blending in with the crowd
To try and soak in emotion
Just to scribble it all down
I'm just a writer
I don't lift heavy things
It's not like speaking out for lost hearts
Is considered heavy lifting
I'm just a writer
No one to be noticed easily
Invisible to the naked eye
Because the world has lost appreciation
I'm just a writer
I won't be picked first
I'm not on the winning team
You'll see me on the bench
I'm just a writer
One who knows how to awaken
A deadened sense inside of people
One with the most open mind
I'm just a writer
One who is in the back
Reveling in inner beauty
Though I appear quite dull
But when you read the words
The expressions of heartbreaking and healing things
You'll begin to wonder
What have you been missing
When you look at me
And see a lot of nothing
You'll notice the signs and ask yourself
Am I really just a writer?
YOU ARE READING
Memory Lane
PoetryI often read through old poems of mine and wish to share the works again. This is where I plan to do that. I'll occasionally publish the poems I consider the highlights of my years as an infant poetess. 🙂 all poems are a minimum of 7 months old, as...
