In my writing I am never aloneCooped up in my bed andTapping fire-like at the keysWords blazing onto paperAnd finding my truth within

In my words I am never reclusiveI delve in and find my story inReckless abandon, flickering smilesWhen my love for writing seepsThrough my yearning fingertips

In my books I am perfectionIn my poetry I am home andNever alone, never searching forThe words to say as I do in companyI am, my self, my whole as I write

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