Being a Writer

Once, I thought of being a writer
When I started to write, I felt lighter
I created a world
My sanity unfurled
But the days seem a little bit brighter

I created a fictional place
It was my very own magical space
The people are awesome
One has a pet possum
It likes to wear diamonds and lace

Not all of my characters are quirky
Some of them are dark and murky
But there’s always a hero
Who started from zero
Which might make me sound a bit dorky

The lands I create are astounding
The amazing views leave my heart pounding
But it’s all in my head
So my words must be fed
To readers through description inbounding

It’s exciting watching stories unfold
Whether the ideas are new or old
We all can relate
Through our love and our hate
And that’s why they all must be told

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