Scramblin' To Make It Write

                                                                                                 Julie Kemp Pick

No matter what I say,
I just can't get it right.
It turns out way too heavy,
When I try to keep things light.

I work on something fun,
And then I hit a nerve.
I try to shoot it straight,
But I'm always thrown a curve. 

It's nice to keep it simple,
Never digging in too deep.
Then it rages like a pimple,
Bursting into a flaming heap.

Messages get distorted,
All themes have lost their core.
The mission is aborted,
And I have to swim to shore.

No matter what I say,
It stabs me like a sword.
But they still keep coming back,
My reward is, they're not bored.