Of all words
A storyteller that enslaved you with my words so that you couldn’t stop reading my work.
At five, to be a writer was cute stories and the possibility to create without fear of rejection.
Now the most significant criticism is me as I feel each piece out as if each piece steals a part of me each time I lay down a word or line.
Sometimes I drain myself like a well that seems bottomless and helpless.
But I always recharge and find my way back to the words that sell my soul and make me a writer to this day.