Writing makes it all okay
Doesn’t matter what the subject
It isn’t always about me
Matter of fact, it isn’t often about me
Just the sight of a baby smiling
A woman crying or lovers walking
Can hurry me to the keyboard
Anxious to put it down
Words that describe what I felt
When I saw whatever it is
That inspires me this time
Sometimes it’s just a thought
A random memory or a sudden idea
Not always pretty or happy
But sadness has its own beauty
It isn’t always simple or easy
But whatever it is, it gives me words
And for that I am ever grateful