I’ve decided to try out poetry, here’s my first trial.

I am a writer, I must confess
My words, my stories, they are a mess
Sometimes I write, sometimes I don’t
But mostly, my laptop is my remote

I sit at my desk, with coffee in hand
My imagination, it knows no end
Characters come to life, in my head
I love to write, it’s how I am fed

Sometimes I write a romance tale
Where love prevails, despite the gale
Other times, I write about crime
But mostly, my stories take their own time

I have a knack for creating worlds
Where fairies sing and witches swirl
My stories can be funny or deep
But mostly, I like to give them a unique leap

I write in the dark, with all the lights off
My fingers dance, like a bird aloft
I type and type, until my eyes go blurry
But still, I love it, there’s nothing to worry

There are days, when my mind is a blank
I stare at the screen, with my heart sank
But then, I take a deep breath in
And I let my imagination win

I am a writer, it’s what I am
I write for joy, not for any scam
I write for all those who need an escape
And for those who love to live beyond their shape

My characters are crazy, but they are mine
I make them laugh, I make them fine
In my stories, anything can happen
And I love to write, with my pen tappin’

P.S.: This poem may be long, but that’s how I write
I am a writer, and I will never take my light

Kumbirai Thierry Nhamo