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!