For the writer within me...

I cannot write like you
I never would be able to
admiring your style
does it have to cut me down so


I feel so foolish
cohabiting words like this
how does it matter
I am just one of multitude


Like countless before me
and uncountable later
I will count for nothing
until passion becomes my truth


And then...
words will become a tool
to ignite me and you
I will no longer compare
I would have surrendered
to your god
he is the writer within me too