The Ache in my Wrists
I bypass clichés
and utilize trite statements
sing out verbs
and describe adjectives
this is my method
amidst the madness
with a world of everything
I refuse to feel like nothing
so I take the pain and write the stories, I live vicariously
I detail these tales as if I'd seen them
and create the characters of those I've known and those I want to be
and sometimes I even dare to create out of nothing
a world so new, so bold
I write to create, to break the rules
and in all the pain, I can smile once
because I'm a writer bleeding words
and one of those words will spell
s-m-i-l-e
And with that, with that I can endure the ache in my wrists
I'm free.
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