Inside A Writer

I have nothing to say, my brain tells me.
It’s not good enough, says my inner editor.
You’re too busy, my conscience adds.
I can't write.

You have work to do, my boss tells me.
Your vocabulary is appalling, says my childhood teacher.
We will starve soon, my children add.
I can't write.

I have no stories today, my muse tells me.
It’s not like you can, says my nightmare voice.
You’re just playing, my work ethic adds.
I can't write.

You have words inside, my soul tells me.
You must get them out or go crazy, says my sanity.
We will help you, my angels add.
So I write.