It's not like I wake up every morning
And put on a cape with a big W on it .
But I wouldn't mind at all if I did.
The mind of a writer, a heart wide open
Eager to start a journey for my passion.
We tend to think of heroes as policemen
Or teachers, and surely they are,
But what heroism is left?
Those who heal through pen and paper?

We all writers describe how most people feel.
We let them know they aren't alone.
We're either funny, persuasive, relatable.
It doesn't matter why we write,
Or how we write, or when we write,
Because no matter what we write,
Someone will love our stories or poems.
And at that moment we are saving a life
Or perhaps maintaining their smiles.

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