Passion

In the room all alone

The words spill out, on their own.

Curving letters in a handwriting neat,

Morph into words sticky-sweet

I can be who I’m not or who I want to be,

I can get away from the truth, get lost in fantasy.

I battle villains in the shower,

In the washroom I have every power!

I can change the world, sitting on my bed,

I befriend characters from a story I read.

Let’s get away form this world so cruel,

Discover Atlantis under a pool!

Do the impossible! Records to beat–ah!

Escape 2 Africa! Ride on a cheetah!

From so many topics I have to select,

With letters and words I am an architect.

I design and I style (and I cut and I scratch)

It may take a while (‘till we find the right match)

I’m not an engineer, cook, pilot, or fighter.

No, I have all the powers: I am a writer.