My fingers are itching, I have the urge to write
My mission, my calling, my vocation, my plight!
The battle is on but I’m winning at last
There’s no other option, so I’m holding fast.
Stats on the rise as my readership grows
What is my dilemma? Now everyone knows!
So I pick up my pen & I try not to scribble
My thoughts become words, feelings caught in the middle.
