Freestyle Friday: A Writer's Meditation

A Writer's Meditation

 by. AJ Frey

I sit, legs crossed, mind open, staring at a blank page.

Awaiting the whispers of the unknown to turn to rage

I listen, ear turned to the words that they speak

I am the gateway, and their blood the ink

Let their stories exist, full of twists and turns

A mystery to the onlooker, who reads the words

Let these players be as real as you and I

Examples of free will, genetics and true life

Their decisions should be troubled, the reader engaged

So connected, entwined, and holding tight to the page

The lights remain on, long into the dark

As eyes chase down my words, absorbing the arc

The words should be strong in a magnificent way

That makes the reader laugh, think, and enjoy the play

Laughter is magic and music such fun

But the reader should also feel the wind when the character runs

This is my wish, my strongest desire

To have words, characters, and worlds to admire

The pencil, pen, or keys clacking about

And that these stories should never run out