Piggy Bank

poem that means a lot to me...

If money were no object I would spend my time writing. Every night I would pour a big cup of piping hot tea, turn up my music, and let my feelings pour onto the  paper in the form of ink. Writing is a therapy for me, and it is something i have been passionate about for years. I can only dream that one day my books could be as memorable as "Catcher in the Rye" or "To Kill a Mockingbird." My words could be passed on for generations, my stories living long after my life has ended. English books could feed my words to the sleepy eyed children asked to analyze my poems years after I have passed. My words could move mountains and alter the way people think, just as Harriet Beecher Stowe did with "Uncle Toms Cabin." These feelings and thoughts caged within me could ignite a revolution. However, I do not wish for fame or a legacy. I do not write for revolutions or to confuse the sleepy eyed student unable to solve my riddle of metaphors. I wish for my words to be recited into the ears of lovers, reveling feelings so deep they seem impossible to put into words. Maybe my words will not save the world, but they could save a life. A scared little boy may hold onto to the words I sprawled across pages as his only escape. A sad little girl may burn my words into her brain in an attempt to free her self from her mother's. My verses could calm her when shes upset, tell her she's not alone, and remind her that it will get better. It is the knowledge that I could save someone- someone like me- that drives my passion for writing.