I search for the words I wish to write.

They come to me without a fight

As if sitting idle in my mind

Until called upon which one to find.

My pen writes feverishly with a flourish

Characters I wish to grow and nourish

Stories and plot line with twists and turns

With happy endings and lessons learned.

A writer's life is the one for me

There is nothing in life I'd rather be.

Rejection will come without a doubt

Part of what writing is all about.

With each slip that comes in the mail

I know deep down I did not fail.

Failure can be a horrible thing

But not nearly as horrible

As not trying.