My Gift

I never asked for this gift It came to me. Now its a perfect fit I write sometimes to escape To escape the realities of today. My life is never boring For I have many untold stories. Come, sit for awhile Let my imagination take over You will like what you discover. Nothing is of false attitude Just a lot of untold truth. My mind is chaotic at times I wouldn't trade it for a minute. I hear all of the sweet chimes Pen to paper or fingers to keys, Whatever it takes to appease. I have a growing audience That gives me a place of ambience. I didn't ask for this gift But with that.....I don't regret having it!