In The Company Of Writers


Forget the next person
And do your own thing
My soul catches on fire
Hands at the journal, fingers on the pen
“Write!” The teacher says
And I’m more than happy to do so
I write until my joints burn
I take those wrong turns
And I find my way back
Writing is an exploration of the human experience
In the company of Writers
We find our own way
Red-gold feathers illuminate their confidence
Constantly sharing Art with the World
Like colorful peacocks
Rebelling against gender traditions
And spreading feathers to other’s hearts anyway
Forget what happened then
And just let us live again

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