It takes hardened guts and skill
To pull down these brave words.
Threaten darlings with heartless kill,
Take aim at these poetic birds.
Point at the sky.
Claim what is mine.
Mourn without cry.
Stiffen my spine.
Stalking prose, hunting prey.
Speaking dreams aloud.
Talking about those beasts we slay,
Writing for bloodthirsty crowd.
Craft in a world of dog-eat-dog,
Writers and words on sale.
Lost on a sea of Hobbyblog,
Drowning in a flood of fail.
I want a voice.
I’ve got my pen.
Made my choice.
Please, God. Amen.