when a writer-

little by little, understanding who I am

When a writer breathes,

Her breath matches the pattern of the wind.

Inhale - East. Exhale - West.

“The breeze is on your side,” 

Says the gliding flowers

And the hair sticking to her Vaseline-covered lips.

Her breath gifts her with inspiration and epiphanies,

As she goes to write in her bed by the soft glow of the pale moon. 

When a writer thinks,

Fire sparks in her eyes, her mind, her soul, her fingertips. 

A swirling twist of the most mundane, yet most elaborate fantasies

Of the everyday.

The ordinary could not begin to understand,

And those who do often get frustrated at her complexities and leave.

Yet, she’ll watch them all disappear before she drops the wand

That ignites the fire within her mind,

As she goes to write in her bed by the soft glow of the pale moon. 

When a writer lives,

Nothing is done halfway.

She exists with everything she has or nothing at all.

Mortality humbles her, yet she is aware of her power.

She can part the sea, or simply observe it-

Share a smile that shames the sun, or simply offer a sly smirk-

Take everything she has and smash it into pieces of nothing-

Or, most importantly,

Take the nothingness of the mundane and create it into works of art

Of which Mother Nature would be jealous,

As she goes to write in her bed by the soft glow of the pale moon. 

And when a writer loves,

Her sheltered heart is no longer reserved 

For the quiet, non-judgemental pages of her notebook,

But rather displayed on her sleeve,

And all over her face, in the shape of the warmest smile he has ever known. 

(Brown eyes never seemed so sweet, huh?)

Love songs become anthems,

Mediocre poetry becomes inspiration,

And his embrace becomes home.

Even she can’t explain it,

As she goes to love in his bed by the soft glow of the pale moon. 

Reviews

[PaintedBirdy]

you intimidate me. uh...

i recommend the books Women Who Run With Wolves by Pinkola and Spinning Straw Into Gold by Gould.

i think you're meant to rule something. i hope not me ;)

[Tamika]

Wow! This is such a beautiful piece of writing. I love it so much, especially the last paragraph. I also love how the very very last line changes slightly from write in her bed, to love in his bed.

[Abbie]

thank you kindly :)