I must tell you a story cause it has to be said.
How did this all come about?
That there'd be people and places in my head
demanding to be let out.
Did you ever go to Tau Ceti Two, or Beta Argurus Three?
These names may sound odd to you,
but they're like home to me.
Did you ever see a light flux in space,
or watch three moons rise?
From my view I can see a place,
where dragons rule the skies.
I see millions of souls march in a Ring of Despair,
and only freed when a woman shows,
that all of their pain she can share.
A misunderstanding between a boy and his Dad,
makes him want to take his own life.
A young man acts on the dreams he's had.
Will he choose between them and his wife?
On and on the stories go, rattling around in my head.
I must get them out for these lives to grow,
I must get these stories read.
If you see people in your mind,
people and places, both old and new.
If things need to be said then you'll find,
that you are a writer too.
I must tell you a story on paper so clean.
You must tell me a story cause you know what I mean.
The computer screen beckons and we must not fuss.
For we did not choose writing, writing chose us.
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This poem is RIGHT ON the mark! I especially love the last line.
Blessings,
~Linda