My Calling Is Calling Me

You wake me from my sleep and call my name.

You are not one to be ignored, yet just the same,

I treat you casually and pull the covers to my chin,

but you beckon to me once again.

I toss and turn and try to pretend

that you are not calling to me again

but the words burn so brightly in my mind

until alas, no peace can I find.

Writing songs is a calling and it’s calling me

Off to places that I never thought I’d ever be

I feel blessed, beyond belief

That I am free to expel my gathered grief

Slippered feet shuffle across the floor

as hands feel their way through the bedroom door

to the desk where pen and paper lie in wait

to see what combination seals their fate.

Ink flows to the page with swirling ease-

draining the words from my mind with expertise.

A stanza now recorded in this space of time,

finally, I am free to rest my mind,

until the ocean of verse floods my thoughts again

and takes me hence to places I have not been,

lovely places waiting for me to find

within the midnight chasms of my mind.

Writing songs is a calling and it’s calling me

Off to places that I never thought I’d ever be

I feel blessed, beyond belief

That I am free to expel my gathered grief

Country, Female Vocals