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A Writer’s Struggle

In the stillness of the morning

Words like a lover’s insistent hands

Awaken me from my slumber

My dreams fade away

Like dew in the morning sun

I reach for the words with trepidation

These words that won’t let me be

Like an antelope in the Savannah

My imagination timidly raises its graceful head

I cry in sheer relief

For the words never leave me alone

And my imagination makes my genius bearable

I commit the words to paper

These words won’t stop torturing me

Till I have bled them onto parchment

Everyone praises my genius, my daemon

But every time I leave a reflection of my soul on paper

I lose a bit of the person I was once.

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