birds of a feather flock together
at least that is what they say
and so it is today –
all the writers with their paper and pens
IPADS and laptops or any other electronic devices
they choose to use –
they stretch out on chaise lounge chairs, sofas, beds
trying to write that perfect verse
but what emerges is a string of words
that tomorrow will make them doubt their writing skills.
Twenty four hours to be inspired, to hold onto expectations and anxiety;
to feel sleep deprived and hunger
to eat at ungodly hours just to make it through-
but all the birds who flock together
who struggle to rise above
they all will flap their wings
until they realize that there is strength in numbers
it is then they will learn that together they can soar.