The Magic of Writing
Writing is freedom
An escape from this chaotic world
Your pen gliding across the paper
Each perfect word carefully chosen
Magical thoughts appearing in your mind
Your hand aching- but not caring
The pen halting to a stop
Your eyes moving back and forth rereading your masterpiece
A sweet taste consumes your mouth as you say, “Man that’s good”
Deciding no more revisions will do you justice
You stow it away in a journal for only your eyes to read.
Copyright © Brooke Allen | Year Posted 2012
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