Write me

What if all you had was to write?
Science, Math, you never understood
Logic never entered your fantasy world of waterfalls of words,
numbers never invaded your perfect garden.
What if when you wrote the most perfect verse
You lost complete sight, of where you were aiming for ?
When there is nothing left but a pen and a pad,

they seem to be your best friend just
daring you to write something new.
Something astonishing,
What if I never reach that?
What if I never try?
Try and fail or succeed,

I've done my best.
So I'll put all those biting, imps to one side.
I'll sprinkle a little fairy dust,
my shoulders don't hunch any longer.
It's time. I run the pen over the paper.
smile, genuinely surprised at my thoughts
and the outcome ... Me written on a page.

Bait me with that red rag,
competitive streak shining like lightening.
Impatient, outrageous, bubbly, smiling
and just like that pen and pad ... loyal when everything else is lost.
Puzzles and word games, sense of humour,
stubborn and adventurous, feminist,
friend, sister, sanctuary, a listening ear.
A shoulder to cry on. I'm here.

Passionate in everything.
My beliefs, the love I give, the actions I make.
Pen gliding on an infinite page,
write me like no other,
write me like the act of flying,
write me like the adventure I am.
Willing to test me? To interest me ? To best me?

Walk this way, write on my page.
"Affect me" that's all I ask.
Put a lump in my throat, bring a tear to my eye
is that such a difficult task ?