POEM: WRITERS ARE A STRANGE BREED

There is something to be said about writers;

We are a strange breed

We observe the everyday

We observe the norm

Hell, we live it

We immortalize it

Whether we are inspired by it

Or disgusted by it

We create something

We nurture it

And set it free

To roam the pages 

And screens

Maybe get a few comments;

Some flattering

Others distasteful

Or maybe it merits

A giggle or two

Or provokes some thought

At the very least

It has affected someone

In some way

It takes the edge off

Of the daily grind

Someone relates

Someone agrees

Someone feels 

Like it was written for them

Maybe it was

Maybe it wasn't

It matters not

More importantly

A strange person,

A complete stranger

Affected another

By taking in life and all its ugliness

All its beauty

In all its forms

And all its fleeting

And rushing emotions

And squeezing it out

Like water

From a sponge

And then

We do it again

Indeed

We writers

Are a strange breed

© Dean R Boic 2015