I will write for you.
At times my mind can be rigid and afraid
Silent but focused for days.
Meanwhile my heart
Clamors about desperately
Intent on living life free
From worry or doubt.
Though these dual forces
War in fiery rivalry,
Both surrender themselves to
The mercy of my pen;
Subservient and hospitable.
I will channel my mind’s eye
Along with the fight of my heart;
Enclose it, with all diligence,
To present it upon special request.
…You asked of me,
So I’ll gratefully respond,
“Yes, friend, I will write for you.”
You recognize that others
Stand and applaud at my thoughts’ echo,
While,
The approval and jeers cultivate the wordsmith in me,
From finger snaps (unfortunately) to follow-up gigs
And opportunities for improvised truth.
But know that, for you,
I would contract my gift,
And destine an indefinite amount of my heart’s prose
In your honor.
I would risk the embarrassment of misunderstood theme,
Grammatical errors, and
Impartial rhyme and meter,
So that you could partake of the rawest, freshest scribes of me.
I will write for you.
Carpal tunnel and eye strain will be my companions;
Purging whatever I have in me [for you]
To give to you.
And though I am afraid of what you’ll do to/with my deepest expressions,
So costly and dear,
I fear more the regret of keeping them close.
Hovering over the very gift that I am not meant
To maintain or control.
To cheat my words of the right to an audience
With your heart.
So yes,
YES.
I will write for you.