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My Mind’s Imprint — a poem of writing poetry
My mind’s imprint born
In void unadorned,
Fills vacant leaves with being.
Nothing can contain;
Nothing can constrain.
The pen and ink is freeing.
My soul is aflame
And I will proclaim
My passion — my joy, and my rage.
The chaos within,
My virtue and sin
Will be composed on the page.
The future will know
Myself that I show:
The precious memory
Of a human heart.
Just a tiny part
Of all of eternity.


Esther learned to read when she was four years old, and began writing shortly thereafter. She is a Canadian queer Christian poet, crafting with words to create art and music.
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