Work, Writing and Why
Walking in and out of my day
I wonder why does it has to be this way.
What have I done all these years?
Who have I become?
Waiting for something or someone?
Working to provide a meal or two?
There is a time to write and to make
up for all that time, then all the work
comes down to a line, and then a word.
Copyright © Victoria Riis | Year Posted 2013
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