I'm a writer in her essence.

The pen speaks through me and marks each letter.

I weave the words together.

Painted images of my mind.

Longing for people to understand me,

yet knowing the only way to travel through my vortex is to open a page of my written words.

i may not say what I think, or feel, or wish for correctly. 

If you read between the lines you can see it all laid out, though I'm a writter in essence.