Nevermind what I wanted

I wanted to be A Novelist Drank enough to make Hemingway blush But the narrative eluded me And the book was shelved

Now, I have abandoned the bottle And picked up my pen Ever the poet, my poems my friends Who have never abandoned me In the moon's blue light Whose occasional outburst Blooms before my sight

Words my salvation When in anger this day Softens the danger and Beckons me to stay True to my word In a world that lies Awake in the darkness With new lines to try