I am not a Writer

I am not a writer

But I am made of words

They run

like blood

inside of me

and pour out when I pick up a pen.

 


I am not a writer

But I am made of words

I live them

breathe them

love them

loose them, but never ever hate them

 


I am not a writer

but I am made of words

For when

I am

without them

I am but a shadow of myself.

 


I am not a writer

But I am made of words

And the words

that make me

will help me

turn into the writer I want to be.

The End

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