The Profession

I’ve never had a good work ethic,

And that’s even before I learned what it meant to have one.

I am a soul that was destined to fly

And fly I will.

No alarm clock sounds for the spirit of an eagle.

The wind is what moves me

The wind is what drives me

A sky filled with nothing but opportunities

has me at the door ready to knock.

I am the listener of soft whispers and heavy sighs.

The interpreter of all the things that no one says.

I sleep between the sheets where the scent of star crossed lovers linger,

And revel in between unspoken lines of poetry.

I am a writer.

A story teller of sorts.