I write words

Sunday, 17 November 2024

 I write words 

Otherwise, they'll destroy me from the inside out.


That's how I know I was made to be a writer,

the words press against my insides,

demanding to be felt and determined to be set free.


Once the sentence has been strung,

the sentiment laced in between words,

they burn into my skin - ready to be eternalised.


To write is to tear parts of myself 

and stitch them into a poem or a story.


Once the words are set free,

they are no longer mine,

they are no longer words of a writer,

but words to a reader.



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