The Writer Within Poem by Hanna Maria

Pen Poised looming o'r the Page
Thoughts are dancing, fast the pace
Fingers twirling setting the Stage
Pen presses down on paper's face

Meticulous Mind, Ideas throwing
Cross out words that stop the flowing

Feel the feelings through the ink
Give a pause, stop to think

Pen Poised looming o'r the Page
Thoughts are dancing, fast the pace
Fingers twirling setting the Stage
Pen presses down on paper's face

The words come freely, line by line
Knowing proudly, they are mine

Someday they shall be read by some
But until that day they are read by one

Pen lifted now o'r the Page
Mind now calming, slower pace
Fingers still, seeing the Stage
Reading words on paper's face

The tales of heroes, monsters and men
Things that are, and what had been

Words of nature, moon, and light
Fill the stage of my mind's sight

A sigh of satisfaction shows
That the writer within me, still grows