The Words Were a Blessing
He wrote that night as a way to relieve,
And relive.
And his actual abilities were meager,
At best.
But the colossal potential for brilliance,
And Life,
Was what kept his pen flowing freely,
And Light.
You can't imagine just how much he explored,
And loved,
Each second he spent writing, he fell more in love,
With Himself,
And the words, great thoughts on Blank Paper,
Were misspelled.
But it only began there, he had full journeys ahead,
And Behind.
His pen would flow freely a million more times,
And soar.
But just that one night, when everything was right,
And Wrong,
The words were a Blessing, Just that -
No More.
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