Writing Is An Art; I Am An Artist
Don’t criticize me for loathing mathematics
I don’t like history, I’m not one for dates.
I thank the Lord for my patience,
While I’m gone, my pen awaits.
I write about goals, about dreams and the like
Perhaps today’s will be a story, an insight to the human psyche.
Once my pen meets the paper, it will not stop,
Like a river, it runs its course, twisting through the mountains,
Useless dams will keep it still, but that’s not how nature
Designed it.
So distract me with your lessons, and teach me all you can.
But know that when the day is done, my pen has the last stand.
Perhaps I will incorporate my impatience with history and math
Into my writing today.
No, I think I will write about my story. The peace, and love that
Your lessons cannot teach me. I don’t need to know who won what war,
In order to succeed.
I only need my pen, compassion, and feelings.
My life is complete.
Copyright © Amanda Pendergraft | Year Posted 2010
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