Hubris flows as easily as my ink:

A double-edged sword

             On the brink of a new idea.

But I must reign in my excitement, and consult the writing books

Regardless of my fast-paced prose

Chastising me for reading during a fight scene.

I'm a warrior who learns by experience

            A recipe for disaster, as messy as it looks

But I vow to breathe life into the skin and bones of my story

Squeezed between my studies, to write and rewrite

            Under my bedroom lights

            In a high-rise.