Writer’s Path
Sometimes we write
And the words dance on paper
Intricate waltzes of muse
and imagination
Characters leap, pirouette
Twisting through plot
holes
Diving into vats of purple
prose
Swimming through misplaced
commas
Misspelled words
Conjunctions, conjecture
Who knows what’s in the
mind
Introspection, maybe?
Show them life, don’t tell
about it
Budding friendship with
the thesaurus
And that growing list of
baby names
Makes the story stronger
Helps it grow
We all grow through words
and wonder
On that slipping, sliding
path in authorhood
Where books are the stage
And characters the stars
And the end is only an
illusion
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