My hand curls around
the pen
Bursting to life as the story
unravels
If not a pen, then a keyboard
beneath my fingertips
The noise around me hushes
into silence
Feelings of ecstasy embrace
my soul
As I give life to my imagination
Take my pen away and my hand
trembles
Knowing not what to do with
its emptiness
Calloused and carved from years
of creating,
These are my hands - those
of a writer. |
