Addressing the Writers By Brooklyn Leighton

The tongue within my own head carps loudest

As I wonder about the writers and poets,

Who address with greater purpose

And croon with stronger pipes,

Where can my pen take me if not to another world,

Where I view myself to be none of what they are.

They tell me to find security in the scalpel,

Avoid the risk of letting my hand dance around paper,

Where I’ll be met with a world of uncertainty,

And a future of failure;

But my pen can take me just as far,

I’ve seen it before.

I’m arranging my cards against all odds,

Taking a breath with each draw,

Because even if I lose no one will know,

In this game I play against myself

I have a chance at beating the odds,

As my pen makes me victorious in bloodsport.