The beckoning

Writing is like
A sweet, beautiful agony
As words find their way to paper
So I find my way to myself
Even when I don’t like what I wrote

Being a writer meansdelving
Deep into my tenderness
And finding the right words
To write them into my characters
And make them theirs, not mine

I am a writer, and I love it
Even when, in the depth of the night,
Words stream out in
Quick, furtive typings until, at last
I can sleep, once more

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