To become a successful writer, they say.
Take all the classes, learn what you may.
Read prestigious articles. Study them by the day.
But I hoped to become a writer, in my own way.
I love a great writer as much as the next.
To be honoured as such, I\'d be truely blessed.
Would I be ready to put my \'skills\' to the test?
Fighting, kicking screaming; approach the apex.
Knocked from the nest, perpetual free fall.
Gasping for air, though I just learnt to crawl.
No way out but through despite the brick walls.
With all ego\'s denials, can\'t continue to ignore this Call.
This touches my heart, seeing it has from the start.
Knowing our strengths, yet they keep us apart.
Under the rug, or what can I do, guess I played my part.
But it\'s time this all changes. We\'ve been here before.
Time after time, across ages and ages.
Predicted restart. To be a rare work of art.
Blinded by melancholia as devients depart.
More and more step up taking their first breath.
Watching them creep up only to fall to their death.
Self created demise, as they claw for what\'s left.
Reaching for our hands, when they\'d left us bereft.
Built different, or we\'ve also climbed those steps.
Always knew there was more than enough, no need for petty theft.
Weighted bounty, accumulated heft.
All in the idea of alleviating some stress.
~Introverted Sage~