In ink, I carve my life's devoted song,
My narrative, my muse, where I belong.
"Why focus on yourself?" they inquire,
My life, my inspiration, my burning fire.
Life's journey fuels my quill, ignites the spark,
Motivation found in every life mark.
With pen in hand, I weave my tale,
Inscribed emotions, a soul's unveiled trail.
I write to cleanse the tears that flow,
To ease my burden, let sorrows go.
Each word a balm, a healing embrace,
Writing, my solace, my sacred space.
People falter, promises fade away,
Yet my pen stands strong, come what may.
My steadfast companion, through it all,
It's never failed, answering my call.
Writing, a spirit, an ethereal guide,
Each stroke, a dance, where emotions reside.
We wield our pens, as captains in lead,
Crafting our stories, our hearts to heed.
©mercyada
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