A Writer’s Fight



I write,

I put pen to paper and let my words take flight in hopes that it just might touch somebody’s life.

I dream of things that are unseen.

So I talk to God at night.

I ask him what can I bring to the table

Because I must admit, I’m not perfect.

Just a woman searching for the light.

It doesn’t seem bright

but I fight.

He told me it’s at the end of the tunnel.

So what if I fumble?

Trials and tribulations are there to make you humble.

So when they push me against the wall I won’t crack.

I will remember that I am the legacy of powerful men and women that sat in the back.

My words are my attack

And that’s a fact.