Poetry: Who is the Author?
Life is a pen in hand
Writing me across the pages of today
Giving me the opportunity to question
Not only the author but also the plot
The moments of recognition and inspiration
Where my context is set against my content
Should I laugh or cry?
Should I live or die?
Rough the winds which blow my way
Or could I ride the gusts
Which thrust against me, stay
In quiet peace
A place to write the script
With which to create the way.