Little writer

Hello, little writer.

You are still there somewhere.

A treasure covered with dirt & dust.

Good things masquerading as better

Cover you layer upon layer.

Doubt, convention, & schedules

Kept you chained & hidden.

You are hard to recognize,

But I catch that twinkle in your eye.

I’ll buff & polish you like silver.

My muscles get tired

So please be patient with me.

More good things threaten

To bury you again.

Take my hand & together

We’ll make you brand new.