How Do I Know I Am A Writer?
A Poem to Explain
Two words jolt me as I drift into sleep,
Two words annoy me, as I wish to sleep,
Two words “but” and “if” play hide and seek,
A coy lustering act to havoc wreak.
I hear the teasing call as the words
tantalize and form crisscross lines craving
to connect and give me their raison…