A little of a rebellious spirit from the four time Pulitzer winner.

Every time I refer to him that way, I think of Rick Flair boasting Sixteen Time Heavyweight Champion of the World!

Frost seems too humble for that, but I can also imagine him reading my stuff and looking at me with pity.

If you are a writer, or any sort of artist or creator or anything that has to do with goals and aspirations, you’ve probably felt what I’m about to attempt to explain.

This poem lights in me this feeling. I have to write.

It isn’t that I have a deadline or that people are counting on me to do it. I simply have to do it. There is too much that cannot go unwritten.

Whether it is published and in all the big time bookstores or it stays in a drawer full of things my children never knew what to do with long after I’m dead.

I have to write. It’s just how it is.