To Be A Writer... Poem by chantelle ribeiro

What I feel I write
It takes only a moment to capture
when I look inside my mind
the words pour out in painful rapture
Sometimes I just stare
No words to express
Feeling like I just don't care
But it's hard to ignore
what I truly am in my core
Sometimes I feel small
and I hit that brick wall
where words escape me
where reality breaks me
And as I lay there on my bed
my thoughts turn to you instead
and I sigh
sometimes I want to die
as thoughts and words
are ripped from my soul
leaving behind a black hole
It is hard to be a writer
sharing my truth
admitting I'm a fighter
of love
of hope
of sincerity
laying bare my vulnerability