Behind the Gate

Living a life of isolation… writing became my friend Celebrating the day’s events, fresh names inside my pen Though others think me lonely, the truth is far from that Comrades made with each new word, in fiction and in fact But only to a writer will these thoughts resonate With voices calling from beyond, I often can’t abate And when my world goes silent, I open once again An authored book, a friend for life —my soulmate till the end. (Beaupre: February, 2021)