I Want To Be a Writer
I want to be a writer
some way, someday, somehow.
I want to be a writer
Living in the eternal, ever-after now.
Alive as anyone can be
through words made thoughts alive.
I want to be a writer
Like meadowlarks sing and fly.
I only need some reason
To manipulate my pen.
Up, down and all around
To light my soul within.
Let me leave a trace behind
A letter, poem or phrase
That I was here and did my best
Before I reach that cold, dark grave.
No need to call me good or great
I know my faults run deep
Farther down than light and sound
Where soon my soul shall sleep.
Let me leave for you a message
In a bottle, floating 'round
Where the essence of my humanity
Might someday still be found.
Saying nothing more than "I was here"
And lived, loved and laughed
And nothing beats true love and friends
And sweet memories of one's past.
So let me be a writer now
If but only in a dream
God, let me have this one small gift
To know the ghost in me.
Copyright © Terrell Martin | Year Posted 2022
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