Being a writer

Being a writer is a blessing and a curse.

I constantly make up stories in my mind 

before they can even come to verse

and picture my life as an intricate play 

one moving seamlessly through the sway 

but often forget that if you are written in

you cannot know

what the writer meant to say 

all you know is that you must be 

despite all the delays 

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