You’re all someone I aspire to be

Pen in hand, paper at your fingertips

Eyes and mind attuned

Observing, thinking, connecting dots

Spilling it out on the blank page

Out of nothing come the plots

You’re not daunted by barren land

For your tool is the pen in your hand

That white sheet, that blinking cursor

Is your stage

You live in another world

That of complex characters and tangled plots

On second thought

I think it’s the same world

But you’ve learned to listen

You truly see

What makes it all

Remarkably worthwhile

The stories that must be told – fact in fiction

The mundane becomes the fantasy

You put it down

Letter by letter

Word by word

Via some voice you heard

You tell it better

Let me join your club

For somehow I think I can fit in

It’s a long way off

But here I am

A lousy rough draft

Imperfect so don’t laugh

Remember when you first began

Now you’ve changed the world

No longer barren but a wonderland

All by the pen in your hand