Today's excerpt is Killing me Softly, from Prompts, Poems & Practical Advice for Writers.
Killing Me Softly
I’m a writer, been writing
since I looked at the ugly hand I was dealt in this life and all my emotions
transitioned into dotted “I’s” and crossed “T’s”. It’s in my blood. Situation heavy,
draining and ongoing, but I write through it, I write in spite of it…I write
because of it…Still weighing me down; challenges tearing me down, but I’m a
writer…pen and pad as important as food and water…life is fighting against
destiny, but, “Please God, not my pen and pad.”
Don’t let them take my pen and pad…The army of opposition is
approaching…I can’t go out without a fight, I take out my pen and my pad and I
write…
Solutions, resolutions Godly
revelations pour out like rivers drowning the paper…deep breaths with refreshed
lungs…or a last breath. Oppressed by this mess pinned down by the haters…Dear
God…I lost my pen and my pad…Now like lungs filling with water…a writer-a poet
with no outlet…I can’t breathe…I can’t do what’s natural to me…I give up…no pen
and no pad anyway…my resistance and strength give way to the obstacles and just
like that…in a moment…the poet in me died…but don’t mourn for me…I’m not a
victim you see I quit-so actually I committed suicide.
