Chapter 1
The story continues
I hear a voice talking to me
A voice from inside of my head
it asked why I stop writing poems
When there’re still so many things to be said
At first, I thought that it was my imagination
So, I pay no attention and just try to ignore
But this voice was very demanding an answer
And it was getting louder than it was before
It got so loud, it gives me a headache
So, I went to the drug store to buy a bottle of Motrin
And I took four and when I thought the voice was gone
The darn thing just came right back again
And it keeps on asking me for a reason
why I have all these poems overcrowding my brain
Telling me that I need to start writing ASAP
So that the new ones can come to me again
But I just don’t have that desire again
my hands and my heart are just tired
So, I put away my poetic pens in a draw
Thinking that my storytelling days has expired
But still, this voice won’t leave me alone
It wants me to unlock my pens
And I try to it the best that I can
But now I guess it’s there’s no use fighting it
so, I just in my car and drove out to the country
and now I am sitting under a big Apple tree
on a hill as the leaves blow in the wind
some said that my poems are a blessing and a gift to me
so, I pick up my pens again from the draw
and with my writing pad
and just like a river the words just began to flow
and where the inspiration will take me
I really don’t know
But I began to write about love
And the majesty of a woman heart
How a man must love and respect his woman
And cherish her love from the very start
Then I write some funny poems
About Adele and Prince Harry and Meghan
Trying to bring a little laughter into the world
Because laughter is the best medicine
I always try to make people smile
because the world is full of so much sorrow and pain
I like to shed some sunshine in their lives
Even if it will leave me standing in the rain
With my poems, I try to shine a light on the world
While I silently sit alone in the dark
And I am not sure if my poem will light the fire
But I am sure that it would create a spark
Then I write about the only woman that I ever love in my life
How many years ago I miss the chance
And I write about the beautiful island of Trinidad and Tobago
And a poem for my mother and father
Then I put my pens and note away
As the breeze blows on my face
And I went down to my car
And I drove home enjoying the scenery of mother nature
and for the next week or so
I didn’t pick up my pen again
Then one night while watching Netflix
this freaking voice starts calling in my head again
This time it was telling me
that a storyteller I can never extinguish the creative fire
And that the stories must continue
Because a poet can never retire
But right now, I’m going take a walk by the deli
And drink a beer under the gazebo
And then I will pick up my pen when I reach back home
And I will write as I have never written before
