I Am Not a Writer

I am not a writer.
If I were, I would have words
bubbling inside me
like indigestion.
Giving me sleepless nights
until I could get it all out.

 

I would have people
living out their lives
inside my head.
And struggle to draw them out
and move to my laptop instead.

 

I wouldn't live without writing
content myself
with writing for work
for business
for money
for middleclasshood.

 

I would be poor and write
or have a job and still write
and be poor in time.

 

I wouldn't be content with
having all I do.
I wouldn't be happy
because I have love,
and health, and peace.

 

I wouldn't be writing
just these few words on my phone
once or twice a week.