The Writer in Me

 The writer in me just writes to write

No other purpose

Just to be who and what she is: a writer

Writing from the Void

She is nothing this moment

She is not angry, not happy, not sad,

She is not even longing

She just is

She sits and has a coffee

While chewing on a slice of bread

With cheese and olive oil

That’s it…  That’s all there is…

Now at least - Although the singer in me

Gives the writer a voice

There must be  a cocreation

Between the writer and the singer in me

The singer gives the writer a voice

And the writer has words for  the singer

Nothing else is needed just now…