There is a road all writers must take—
Stark, terrifying, mystical, mystifying, exhilarating.
Lashed together precariously by inspiration’s evanescence,
That never coalesces for long.
This is a road all writers have travelled, but each alone.
And the loneliness is palpable,
An intolerable pressure!
Of being alone is this ocean of people…
Yet strangely, it is only in the self, alone,
That one can strive for mastery over words.
Strengthen the visions that only one can see.
Only the self, all by itself, has the deepest answers.
And the road gleams on…