The author I've never been

Sadly as I put the pen down Trying to pour out all my emotions My trauma and my life drama then I think… Thinking that i was a writer for as long as i lived Been playing with words my whole life Book has been my friend and pen my best partner I was an author that ive never been… I grew up a reader in school And turned a writer in tertiary level But now i smell an author in my age The author that ive never been… With every ink i managed to link stories with every paper i was a piper of all narrations Somehow I knew i’m gifted But my mind remained shifted It Kept me blinded by the blurriness of unknown And made me an author that i’ve never been… Types of words which I gathered And compilations of scripts ive written All ive written and written yet took me nowhere… Then i thought perhaps its beyond impossible To get possible with the world of possible authors That writing is in me but authoring is somewher e else because i was just an author that ive never been The one hidden in the closet The one that kept wishing and wiling to write Kept glued to screens upping scripts I never knew.. Never knew when and how will they turn me into n author Deep down I knew there’s author in me But never knew how to bring her to life I remained a writer and kept writing Hoping that one day I will become an author… An author that ive jever been I've always been a writer but… But then why does it only feel right? Feel right now for me to become an author Right after my sons death? Was it really waiting to come to life by losing his? Is this the was for me to become an author? If yes I guess a talent has its hilarious way of coming to life…