I wrote the verse below some years ago but I still feel this way. Even if you start out wanting fame and fortune, you can only write what is true for you while at the same time a writer needs a reader. It is currently on the home page of my new website/blog at https://bloominheather.com/ Please take a look!
I want to be a writer and do what writers do:
Sign autographs, make loads of dosh, have discussions on BBC2.
I want to be a writer and see what writers see;
Right through the dross to the golden gloss bought by Tesco and ITV.
I want to be a writer and say what writers say,
With incisive thoughts and snap reports on the happenings of the day.
I want to be a writer and go where writers go:
To far off places and behind faces, describing it all just so.
I want to be a writer and hold what writers hold:
In the palm of the hand, time’s grains of sand, life’s story to be told.
I want to be a writer, to be what writers are.
If I wield a pen and count to ten, will the words come from afar?
Or will they bubble up from deep inside, from feelings not to be denied?
Will they come out flat and need some work? Will I persevere, try not to shirk?
Will I find the thread I lost in bed at 2 o’clock in the morning?
Or will I suffer for art, feel the pierce of the heart,
And still leave my audience yawning?
I want to be a writer and live as writers live.
I’ll be one for a while, with a shrug and a smile, if you’ll read what I have to give.