I’m no writer so I struggle to pen my thoughts on paper

I wish I was a poet that way my words could find voice

I have so much to say but I just don’t know how to structure

Penning all these words in my head I can’t seem to master

Often it ends in internalized disaster

Many times I’ve attempted to write

But the words never seem right

Alphabets turn into scribbles and internalized screams

To see them on paper is just one of my dreams

I’m no writer so I struggle to pen my thoughts on paper

I wish I was a poet that way my words could find voice

In my head these words are pictures

Pictures of stories both beautiful and horror

Some sit in the archives as reminder of a dream left behind

Creative’s masterpieces if only I could share

It would be such an honor

But I just haven’t been to that hour

And the wait I just couldn’t bear

I’m no writer so I struggle to pen my thoughts on paper

I wish I was a poet that way my words could find voice

My imagination runs wild beyond belief

But these words my hand from my mind would not release

In sheets I curl up in disappointment and disbelief

In creeps the feeling of failure

Pen and paper had never been my savior

I’m no writer so I struggle to pen my thoughts on paper

I wish I was a poet that way my words could find voice

It just isn’t fair

To think the dream might disappear into thin air