Opus

I have aspirations to become a writer,
But first I have to compose a lot of prose,
Honing in on the craft making it tighter,
And the light will appear on the path I chose.

Though my poetic works may make not reach millions,
I’m OK if it only reaches one soul,
I may not possess the intellectual brilliance,
As long as the words live long enough to be told.

I crunch numbers by day and write by night,
Seeking the meaning of life piece by piece,
It’s like finding answers when the rite feels right
Through self-reflection I feel at ease with peace.

Still I strive to write the poem that says it all,
I look for the words with purpose and focus,
Driven with inspiration I heed the call,
So that one day I’ll write my magnum opus.