Like pebbles in a stream
Polished day after day
Our souls become smooth from
life’s rushing waters
Refining our rough edges
Washing over us
Day, after, day, after, day
And some days
Yes, some days
It can feel like you are drowning
For the water can flow faster
than we want it to
This is when I take refuge in the
written word
For this is a world of no bills
No bosses with broken promises
With their ever ending need to
control you
For in my world of writing there
are no pipedreams to be sold
At the cost of my back
For in this world, the villains
are created by me
And with the swipe of my pen
They are written away without
worry of what
The rest of the cast might think
For I am thinking for them
Bringing them to life to live on
in the minds of the reader
You see
Some write for a chance of
fortune and fame
Some write because a school
handed them a piece of paper saying they’re now a writer
And some simply write to stay
alive
To help bandage their sanity
To create a world in which they
are finally in control
Of their making
For the one outside
They feel far too alone
This poem is from my book : Petals Falling
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