A Writer’s Words
With care, I craft the words on the page,
but I see that they loathe being in this cage.
Too often, they break out of formation
and run everywhere — such disorganization!
I wonder if I should set the words free,
considering they’ve already done so much for me.
The next day, carrying a heavy heart,
I tell the words they are free to depart.
I reluctantly box up my paper and pen;
without words, I won’t ever use them again.
The next week, I sit at my desk with nothing to write . . .
Suddenly I hear a fluttering sound, and gasp at the sight:
Flying back home, just like birds,
are all of my beloved words!
What brings me even more joy is the message they spell:
Exploring the world has gone very well,
but now we’re back and feeling brighter,
for we’ve found our true purpose —
to have you as our writer!
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