Scarves Rings and Lipstick

The Declaration

When I say I'm a writer
I mean that poetry is my closest friend
My confidante
Fiction is the vision I've seen in my dreams

When I call myself a writer
I confess my unapologetic and unwavering love for words
Stacking up metaphors to either conceal or reveal
I blaze trails in a jungle
You must first relinquish your doubt Open your ears to follow
Let your tongue guide you to the honey in the hollow
Under a canopy of mixed emotions
Misplaced devotions
And judgemental annotations
I stretch out my hand as I disappear

When I say I'm a writer
I mean to say I suffer ailments unheard of
Lyrical constipation
Soul-rot
Word arrhythmia
My cure is in spinning a web of safety
A hunting ground to feed
There's an animalistic greed that stems from the euphoria of finding an oasis in the desert
There's a fire that boils my insides
My throat gargles as I choke
My tongue the lid that pops to spill the forbidden tea

When I say I'm a writer
I don't compare Stephen King or Rupi Kaur
I don't know my next line until I see it like coffee in a mug
My best sellers are buried in a diary
Muses are the only collection I possess Colourful hues who make the sun shine bright
And the rain pour down hard
My publications come in shards
Be cautious
I reserve my deepest thought for the crevices in my pink and white
To a passion I'm inclined
It reminds me there's a higher self to be found

So when I say I am a writer
And I truly believe I am
I mean that air, water and shelter are not sufficient to sustain my taxing existence
Academics and aesthetics cannot make me whole
Writing is a desire I dare not control
I write because I need to