Writing

Freedom in words,
Flowing from the pen
And the fingers,
Overtaking the whiteness
Of the page
With their deft black
Inky shapes, forming
A world.

Taking me away
From the life that
Binds me,
And making me forget
All that haunts me
And tells me
I cannot live
Elsewhere.

But I live again
In my characters
And their lives,
The lives that I
Design and compose
So carefully, so that
I can say I have lived
The life they live.

The End

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