The Scribe
A soul, poured onto a clean sheet
Sharing, private thoughts,
Telling, secrets.
Now, black and white.
Salty tears on the rough.
Yet the clean sheet shows no imperfections.
A life spread across the page.
The life of a writer.
Submit, submit, and submit.
Should you give up?
No, not yet. I know,
I know it’s important.
Sharing and baring.
Yet, still, many rejections.
I will hang my head tonight.
Tomorrow, I shall
do it all again.
Johanne R. Deschamps
Copyright © Johanne Deschamps | Year Posted 2016
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