Write me down!

Writing is what inspires me to live,
Or living is what inspires to write.
I know not how the pen became my life,
But I write to survive.
Some time alone is mine to read,
Or scribble a little on the blank sheet,
Mornings are my time to breathe,
I write before I cook & feed.
I love to rhyme most of the time,
And jingle like a red wind chime.
And then when there is a heated argument
In my flash, I happily kill the husband.
Love of course is an inspiration to all,
Erotica hits my head on the wall,
And then there is my little boy,
For him my words “Sail Ahoy”
There is often a shower or two,
The clouds come out to my rescue,
My best therapy for writer’s block,
I read through other writer’s stock.
I live through the day thinking aloud,
The pen helps me to fix my doubts,
I live to write, or write to live
Is an answer I cannot give!


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