Thanks to NEKNEERAJ of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting the photo prompt challenge.
I have a great deal of trouble staying straight up grounded,
If you got to know me, you’d see at times I feel confounding.
I don’t understand it myself,
But imagination is wealth.
So I know it’s okay to fly,
Up into the grayish sky.
Because I know how to make black and white turn colorful,
I can make a life of gray tones light so wonderfully.
It’s not that I’m anything unusual, different,
Then anybody else or even those who write proficiently.
But anyone who inks the page,
Knows what writers create engaged,
It’s exciting, magical,
Uplifting, and illogical.
The writer illustrates, cuts, folds, does the restitching —
Of stories; ripping out seams until what is left enriches.
It’s not easy to comprehend the scribbles and —
You find delicious cake baked, chocolate rich and grand,
Icing so sweet, flavor melding,
A creation vivid felt.
Picture perfect, read with pride,
And more delightfulness resides,
Hidden inside these golden words so captivating,
Intoxicating, ethereal, rising enraptured.
Perhaps it’s not clear, why I let a balloon carry me floating,
It’s just, I’m seduced by language, writing, hopeful words wrote.
So protecting myself from —
Life’s elements thrumming,
Inside me, around me — I’m safe,
Despite trolls, odd notes of hatred.
I keep honing my craft, in my prettiest flats,
My comfortable wool coat; the writing it lifts me enwrapped.
I let the fates lead me where the wind blows me, knowing,
I could be entrenched in editing woes, left moaning.
But I keep going with my muse,
Taking all of her abuses.
‘Cause they teach me burying —
My secrets, is so worrying.
My inspirations keep the balloon drifting, rising,
I have a great deal of trouble, but my writing makes me smile, surviving.
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