The Right To Write Poem by Duane Botzek

I write when I do not
Have the time to write
That’s why I do

My grade school teacher
Told me years ago
“You a writer? ”
“Surly there is something
Else you can do.”

The deep of my soul said
I had to

If no one ever reads me
Well… that is all right
When my pen moves across the paper
Words spark and shape
In my mind becoming rich and bright
Right through my darkest night

I write through great loss
I write through the Joy in the morning
I write through good and bad
Happy and sad

Giving the writer in me love
It always surprises me

My writer has learned to trust me
Enjoys my company
And trusts me well

So if you’re like my grade school teacher
I say to you
I have the right to write
And so do you