Write for Your Life

I am a writer

Write, even when it feels

your fingers are

suffocating, buried beneath

impenetrable feelings.


Write, even when the

paper bleeds as

the wounds are exasperated

by each stroke.


Write, as if each word

is an antidote.


Write, as if forgiveness

is at the edge of

every page.


Write, until the hummingbird

be stills his wings

at the sight of the very

last flower.


Write, until the stars

have crystalized

and diamonds take their

place in the sky.


Write, so you

can see your soul

sculpted in

every letter.








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