Why does just writing poetry not content me?
Why won’t these story ideas leave me be?
Creative juices always seem to flow and churn,
Yet for more than poetry I somehow yearn,
Poetry is how I express my feelings and thoughts,
Why too must I explore worlds and plots?
To one or the other, I can’t commit,
Nor do I like how my writing time is split,
Overcoming strife is a pathway to growth,
But why must mine be writing both?
It’s not a matter of me trying to be lazy,
But doing both drives me absolutely crazy!
Writing both poetry and stories is a two-edged knife,
And yet apparently, I need both in my life,