Write

“You cannot be a writer
If you never write”
She said to me, quite plainly 
One gray, wintry day
I sat and sipped my coffee
Considering her words

 Try to banish the critic!
And silence the gnome
That peers over your shoulder
And makes your heart its home

Listen instead
To your whispering soul
It cares nothing for grammar
And does not need to control
Your pen’s choreography
As it dances ‘cross the page

No one sits across from me though
It is only my own thoughts, echoing within
But do I listen?
No – never – well maybe once in a while
For here is the evidence

© Corinne Curico