A Writers Soul

Writing is part of who I am
It is engraved upon my heart
Like words on a tomb
Etched upon my soul
In ways that can never be erased.
I am a slave to the words
My heart is controlled
By every stroke of the pen
And I do not wish to contain it
Even if I tried,
I wouldn't be able to.
This deep seated part of my soul
Yearns to come out into the light
And beam like rays of sunlight
It is my light in the darkest hours
And the joy
That allows me to soar up high.
To be what I am
Is nothing more than natural
The words are natural
The words are part of who I am
And my soul bears all
Through each letter I share.