My heart roars
As the pen in my hand
Scribbles away,
Filling the paper with endless words.
Every time, I’m away from my notebook
My heart aches in agony
As it waits for the moment
That pen and paper reunite.
I anxiously count down the minutes
Until I turn the pages
Of my old, battered notebook,
Filling in my obscure ideas.
I scratch into the page
My fears, dreams and hopes
Creating sceneries with loving characters
That will forever change someone’s world.
Every time I’m away
My heart screams in pain
As my notebook is my serenity
And with it shall I stay.
Issy's Writing Wonderland 