An Ode to Writers

That glorious art of make believe
With pen and paper we deceive
Creating stories that for us ring true
If only a glimpse our thoughts imbue
Of torrid love, mayhem and the like
For audiences everywhere we delight

The writer’s task is a lonely one
With only our mind we succumb
Blurring fantasy and reality our only tool
Disregarding convention our only rule
The words descend upon the page
Like melodic tenets from the sage

Our stories resound within our heads
Clamoring to get out, if only by threads
All powerful, all knowing, writers we
To spin our narratives for all to see
Our thoughts transform the empty page
Wherein the world becomes our stage

Cry not for authors who must write
Driven by emotions, once held so tight
Our mission is a noble one
To heed the call, our work undone
Unite brave writers everywhere
We create in silence our souls to bare