A Writer's Frustration

Do I live in Paradise or a constant living hell In four walls that surround me like a sentinel Are these bars that lock away all hope of life Or a sanctuary from rejection, life’s horrors and strife Are my words simply nothing but an empty space Or are they filled with gentle loving grace Uplifting like a graceful bird upon the wing Or just a useless nothing empty shallow thing Do I touch in you a magical receptive cord Or am I just a trite and rather hollow fraud Will my words remain to always shine Or will they fade like dying roses on a vine The sacrifice and pain all just for naught Oh how all writers lives are so painfully fraught All praying to God that we will not be ignored Creative acknowledgement our one big reward Endless hours typing away or simple pen to pad Trying so hard, we’re all maybe, ever so slightly mad All for a chance to reach out and touch someone’s soul Probably even priesthood a so much wiser goal Today join with me friends and these words comprehend And you this humble writer to heaven will send. Thank you dear Poetry Soup Members who are so kind to read my work, I so thank you all! At present I am working on my new Musical so I do not have the time to thank you individually. Please know that I am so appreciative and you have all inspired me to move forward with great joy in my heart. I also think each and every one of you are magical and so so talented. Hugs Lizzie