more in me?

Sometimes I look at myself and wonder if I have anymore in me.
Sitting under a willow tree.
Trying to jot down a note.
Only If I can see.
What's inside me.
Physically drained.
Mentally awake.
Digging deep.
Looking for something meaningful.
Nothing too cheap.
Nothing to lose the power of the word.
Otherwise, it would be absurd to be known
as a writer.
A writer writes under the lights notes from inside.
Soul. Deep. Meaningful. Finding that just right word.