Flowers
These Hands of Mine
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.

M. E. Proulx
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