Here I am now,
writing for my life
writing like I stole something
writing as if it’s the last thing I’ll do
And, God help me
I don’t know what to write
Word after word after
word
But none mean a thing
none have the thrill
the sting of a spark
a spark of brilliance
inspiring
another word
this one is different
this one has a depth
a pain
a cry for help
And ev’ry word
I wrote
when
I knew nothing of
this one bright word
shines
like a diamond in the moonlight
like a beach in the sun
like a pot calling the kettle black
but it’s true
Now they all have depth
the thrill
the spark
because of
that
single
word