i am not a writer
Feb 26, 2026 · 1 min read
I am not a writer.
But she was.
I am not an artist, a painter, a weaver of words.
But she was.
Me? My craft is honed.
Between the
spreadsheets,
circle backs
synergies,
touch points
I draft the perfect prose, the most wondrous of words
for the most eloquent of emails.
Not what she meant.
Not what she wanted.
In a tale as old as time
she wanted
novels,
poetry,
essays,
stories.
Love affairs in ink, dragons on paper, wages of words.
She was the writer. She was the dreamer.
Not me.
I am trying now.
Forgive me, I am trying.
I type empty little words in white spaces,
scribble garbage onto scraps
Retch phrases in my daydreams
Are they worth the pixels? A misuse of graphite? A waste of words?
For her, they are everything.
I am not a writer.
But she wanted me to be.
Comments (14)
"But she wanted me to be" This alone holds so much meaning and its beautiful, I see it a lot as "'But she wanted me to be' So I am" And it makes my heart melt T.T because little me wanted so bad to create and now I can do that for her
This is heartbraking and beautiful and way too relatable all at once. But I have to say: Someone who has written an entire bloody novel I would damn well call a writer!
Happy! 😭 that was absolutely beautiful 😍 do it for the little dreamer you used to be. Do it to influence all the little dreamers into following they're dreams. I'm so glad i found you ❤️
This is relatable like others said before. Well said, keep going. You’re actually doing it!
Beautiful. I immediately thought of Picassos' quote; "Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up."