A Select Few

I’m one of those writers
Who would rather pen it
than say it
Who enjoys conversing
with characters more than real people
One who can ignore
hunger pangs and soreness
in the middle finger on my right hand
I write right through the pain
I welcome it
Asking me to stop writing
Is like asking me to stop breathing—
Yes, I’m one of those writers
Who sweet talks to blank lines
to fill page…after page…after page…