The Other Writer, a poem

Who writes for the writer?

When all is said and done.

What words are left at the end of the day that carry meaning?

That carry love?

Hope?

Joy?

Who writes for the writer?

When conversations get mundane

and speaking turns into a habit

rather than a passion?

What is left to say to a person who has heard it all?

Who writes for the writer?

When the world would rather look at the food than eat it?

Take a picture of it than enjoy it?

When looks have surmounted substance

and words are no longer impeccable

but rather a means to an end?

Who writers for the writer?

Well, the only one who is left that is.

The other writer.

Step up

Opening the door