Poetry

A master

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When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?

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.