It Comes Down to This

A brief poem about my passion. Writing.

All Comes Down

I want to be a photographer,

And capture beautiful images and people and moments in time.

I want to be a photographer,

Without ever holding a camera.

I want to be an painter,

And paint perfect sunsets and portraits and freeze frames of my favorite things.

I want to be an painter,

Without ever touching a brush.

I want to be an illustrator,

And make vivid drawings of flowers and actions and things.

I want to be an illustrator, 

Without ever touching a pencil.

I want to create art and images,

And now you are wondering how. 

I want to write and pull in readers,

Let them see all of me. 

I want them to see the photographs and paintings and illustrations in their minds.

I want the art to be imaginary, yet as real as you or I. 

With words I will strike a conversation, 

With words I shall pass.

With words I shall take a picture.

With Words it will last.

I want to be a writer, 

That’s what this all comes down to.

I want to be a writer,

Without ever giving up again.

The End

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