When nothing seems right
That is the best time to write
It’s about live, love, work
Its about leisure and pleasure
It’s all the things that make you worth
All pieces of a puzzle
Each leaves a hole if missing
None without which I am whole
When I write it’s my gain
It’s my pain and passion
It’s my purpose and my reason
A drain for my tears
A cushion for my fall
Why now are things not right?
How now should I start this fight?
I would if I could, take flight
Far away from this plight
With the power of words
I can examine the worst
Plot hope and triumph
Emerge a victor from these wars
If I let my pen be my sword
My page be my shield
In my thoughts find armour
I could win this battle
Write me a hero in my own drama
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem