Doodles and Lines

As I sit down Not knowing what to write, Thoughts flitter through my head- Nothing with much height. Should I write a poem about a lonely girl? Or someone newly freed? How about something silly, Rowdy men drunk over a tankard of mead? But wouldn’t people listen more to stanzas full of power? Something to gain strength from, as- “Stand up for what you believe”, “Be a strong, tall tower”. Well, hope is always good After a stumble, trip or fall- Doesn’t everyone want to know There’s a god listening above all? “A smile means a thousand words”- Hmm… that sounds great… Maybe a poem about a grin That changed a person’s fate? The funny thing is that Looking back at my notebook- Filled with doodles and sappy lines Maybe I can get something out of it.. just look. The lesson is written plainly here, As you can clearly see. Its not what I write about But the lessons you gain from me. Who cares if you write a poem About a little girl or some men. Its about what the author wants you to internalize The power of the pen. Inspiration isn’t something written down, It’s not something easily done; It takes hard work to change- Not taken care of with a pun. Within each of us is a power, Hidden In place you never knew. The will to change is a gift alone- As strength comes in every color and hue. Don’t sit around waiting For others to write your story. Stand up, take action, make a difference- Go out and create your own glory. Be strong like a mountain, Stand firm like steel. Follow in what you believe in – It’s your hand of cards, your deal.