You’re a Writer, Baby

“You’re a writer, baby” he says with pride in his tone

And I feel it then, that little spark

And I know.

He’s right. And I’m home.

Home is words in my head and the feelings in my bones

And the sudden vast expanse of the places I can go

It’s the power of the sentence and the visions I can tome

It’s the key that I’ve been missing…

He’s right. And I’m home.

But what I couldn’t know was the truths I wasn’t shown

Now I know that I’m a writer…

…but I’m writing all alone.

-Annie V.