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When in doubt, I write
When Im feeling some type of way,
What comforts me more than my own literature
What other avenue of freedom, delivers me like this?
The gratitude in knowing my words are being viewed and felt, by even one individual
or just that the passages formed by my thoughts are well-versed enough to be scripted and shelved, if if not to be sold
A lonliness that escapes me when I write
My story, My tales, and my anxiety that lingers from it all.
Recorded and renewed
Restored and alive in action
As my words flow and as the reader digest
Their favorite piece of literature,
in a moment of mine
They live with me and hear my soul in clear print.
I know they can see me, hear me , I know they feel me, when I write.
