The troubled Writer

                                                            written by tink
                                                           4/9/08 12:26 pm
I can feel her,

Just under the surface,

The creator

Waiting to emurge.

She lies in  wait.

For what; I am unsure.

Only she knows.

But I can feel it won’t be long.

Her unveiling will be -

Sudden, I know.

Taking forever to reveal herself

to me.

My mind’s eye.

My alter ego.

My passion.

My writer.

She was damaged before

and went into hiding

Became defensive and

Unsure of herself.

I’ve tried to coax her out of her cocoon.

I’ve gotten teasers pieces from her.

Leaving me longing for more.

Her return is nearing.

With love and reassurance,

Encouragement and inspiration

She’ll leave her longtime comfort zone

And blossom with brilliance.

Her passion expected to bubble over

Her words will be filled power

Her feelings exposed for all

Her heart and soul naked to be seen.

I will be her vessel

She will lead the way

She and I will grow strong together

Living out our dream of writing.