A brush of the wind

Passing by my side

An undeniable desire

Growing stronger inside

 

An unstoppable mind

On the edge of screaming

Observing and creating

Bound to forever be dreaming

 

Between heart and mind

A war is always near

To who am I to listen?

I wish it to be clear

My presence has gone

To a land that is near

Where visions are made

And dreams are quite clear

 

Beneath clouds it lies

Within a fog of hope

Hidden from the truth

For those too scared to cope

 

In this far away land

Romantic hearts dwell

In search of an answer

To make it all well

To write or not to write. A choice of eternally putting an abstract truth into concrete reality, a thought or a dream into words that actually exists in the real world. It can be seen by others and they can have their own interpretation of the words that they see. I think what a writer should and need to consider above all else is what the words they are writing are representing and meaning to themselves, and the inspiration it can give to others will come with it. It is an accomplishment and nourishment to all souls capable, especially if it can create several dimensions of helpful guidance and meaning to a handful of minds.