A Poem: I Feel Happiest When I am Writing

I feel happiest when I am writing,

the soft tap of the keyboard,

Or the flurry of my wrist as my pen meets the page.

When we write, we become artists,

painting a picture for our readers,

a splash of colour here,

and a certain direction there,

A grey world becomes colourful.

A chorus of experience

coming together in a chorus

of many harmonies singing as one

In the quiet, as the chorus quells,

there is a moment of contemplation.

The tying of a bow on a lyrical present.

There are some things only the written word can express.

The stillness of a single moment,

the idea that we live a life of millions of moments, only to be able to experience them one at a time.

The beauty of being a writer is that it means you can experience these more than one at a time

and pass that on.

If we can only live one moment at a time, why not live each moment to the fullest?

If we were to live the same moment again and again, how would we live it differently each time?