The Writer...

With a soft grip on his pen, he writes beautifully, with a smile he tells the story from his heart You can share the moment with him, a work of art Freely, the words come to him begging to be let out His mouth closed, doesn't want the words out Lets the pen decide let it do the point out With a hard grip on his pen, he writes from a place of pain His book soaked with tears he pours them like rain, his soul, stained Exhausted from writing so much he feels drained but a writer must always write For every ink he lets out, he bleeds out A writer must always write, send a message, let the words out.