Chapter 2 – I Alone

Oh, the joy of pen and hand

Coming together

To create

As boundless as time

Yet we wear watches warily waiting

The freedom of words

To flow

To etch on off-white paper



Hours passing

Phone calls like owl’s eyes

Watching, peering

Remindful of responsibility


Night grown cold

Fingers shaking

I am awake and you are with me

Still it is I

I alone

I hold the power

To shape my life

To make it flower

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