Behind The Gate

Living a life of isolation…

writing became my friend

Celebrating the day’s events,

fresh names inside my pen

 

Though others think me lonely,

the truth is far from that

Comrades made with each new word,

in fiction and in fact

 

But only to a writer

will these thoughts resonate

With voices calling from beyond,

I often can’t abate

 

And when my world goes silent,

I open once again

An authored book, a friend for life

—my soulmate till the end.

 

(Beaupre: February, 2021)

 

 

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