Writer Forced

My life

               

No choice, no choice in the matter.

Searching for that most elusive

of states, piece of mind, and trying

to keep from going insane with boredom.

 

I don't know what I'd do if I had no computer.

I could take up jogging if I had any balance.

 As it is, reading's no easy chore, either, but

I struggle through. You see, I became a writer,

not through choice, but because it's all that I've

found to take up my time, and time I seem to have,

day in and day out.  

Please don't misunderstand, I love writing, 

but the sad truth is, without my injury,

I probably would never become a writer,

it forced me to slow down.

Reviews

[Marie]

I think you would have become a writer anyway, because you have a lot to say.

[Michael Stevens]

I'm not so sure, Marie, I always threatened to quit my job and start writing, but the truth is, I doubt I would have. After my wreck, when I had no choice, THEN I learned about it, I was truly terrible at first!

[CLRose]

This poem makes it sound as though you really hate writing.

[Michael Stevens]

If you got that impression, I'm sorry, I hate not being able to do much else, but I love to write--maybe I'll have to revisit this!

[CLRose]

I think I knew what you were going for, but it seems like you write only to take up time. Although my interpretation might be off. It's the last few lines that get me. Thanks for posting.

[Michael Stevens]

No, I think the point I was trying to make was that I probably wouldn't have become a writer except for the head injury I suffered which forced me to.

[CLRose]

Yeah, I see that now from reading your bio. I guess the context does help the poem.

[Michael Stevens]

Thank you, and I've begun to see your point--I added a new section.