It's All Up To Me

"It's all up to me"


There are so many things to write about,
  it boggles my mind without a doubt.

I could write about love, with caring and glee,
  with great emotion, it's all up to me.

I could write about pain, with anger and sorrow,
  with the hope that I'll have a better tomorrow.

I could write about death, with grief and despair,
  where I'll go when I die, and when I'll get there.

I could write about life, what a marvelous thing,
  about flowers and birds, that perch their and sing. 

I could write about writing,
  now that would be exciting.
  
All the things I could write about, 
  gives me an urge to stand up and shout.

Writing simply sets me free,
  and whatever I write is all up to me.

By
 Trip Johnson
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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