The Return

Even though I was gone a moment,
I missed your warm embrace,
An amazing, sparkling creative tool,
Which is known as a writers place,
See, my lifestyle says "no",
To letting creative juices flow,
And almost everyone around me,
Say that creative writing "blows",

As much as I like them,
And as much as I trust them,
I have kept my hobby a secret,
Because writing is my break in life,
Not the creation that defeats it.

I love writing, I really do,
But it has a personality of two,
When it is used as a weapon against me,
By those who would be my shield,
They don't know I write, though,
They wouldn't really care,
So why do I hide it from them?

Because it would become "wear and tear".