A writer's fuel
The hollowness of one's heart
A deep place of pain
An emptiness beyond measure
At least that's what I was meant to believe
Tried searching for my own muse
That very emptiness been spoken about
Couldn't get a handle on it
But why should I feel pain
Why should I crave bitterness
Before I could bare my soul out
I have gotten a great gift
A memorable childhood
My family was the best one could ask for
I have loved deeply
And I have had fun memories
Had the best of time with friends
The next president
Or the next best surgeon
These are memories I refuse to get rid off
Feelings flowing though my bones
I love this life
And I intend to live it fully telling my stories..