The Writer
The feeling of lead biting into paper
Tapping keys that turn into words
A story like a storm cloud raging in my thoughts
Lightning flashing, thunder roaring
Is now tangible in sentences and paragraphs
The smell of pencils and looseleaf
The beauty of a clean sheet and its possibilities
I keep my head from exploding
Before the ideas let it burst
Keep my heart beating blood flowing
The letters that turn into words
The wonder of a story that becomes real
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