My ambitions are fruitless if my fears

prevent me from taking a stand.

The words I write with pen in hand,

are mine to share and on demand.

To an unwritten book I am the tool.

Words from the heart is the only rule.

Expressions of myself on paper

would be nothing more than a vapor,

if I were to allow this gift to fall away and taper.

My constant yearning for the gold

draws me closer to the gate,

revealing more and more

that this is my special trait.