A Writer's PenA Poem by S.K. ReiterA wilting dream and a damning thought, my soul is broken and black is the pot. With a crush that occurs one day at a time, my life isn't my own because I'm earning a dime. Why do I work at a job I can't stand, because my possessions own me and my wallet demands. A disingenuous smile and a polite hello, I'm faking this dance to make some dough. Desires for things are too instantly gratified, while this writer's pen lays still and petrified. A stunted potential and an untrodden path. Why do I shrink from risk? Because I fear the crash. Bird by bird and step by step, I keep on writing, but feel out of my depth. I've lived with regret and fought for too long, so I'm keeping my pen and will write a tome. Strive to be ourselves is Hunter's advice to a friend, I better figure it out, because it up to me in the end. Circumstance has made my choice to this point, now I search for my destiny and it's making my life disjoint.
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StatsAuthorS.K. ReiterOlympia, WAAboutI manage people as my day job and am a writer and blogger by night. I am working on my first book and also write some poetry that I share on my blog and over at the poetscorner. more.. |