The impossible dream of writing.

Bringing into life stories and poems
that captures life not literary form
so that readers know, it’s about
them. Even better reading
to hushed audiences that
laugh and cry as the
truth stirs within.
The white page
laughs at
me.

‘You
write’, it
sneers to face..
‘Doggerel and flat
prose emptied of life
is the best you can do.’
Its an impossible dream.
Then whispers of readers break in
on despair. ‘You have made us ponder,
cry and laugh-sometimes. So now try harder ’