Posted in Of Writingly

The Lonely Writer

Words that comfort
Words that demand
Words run amok
On screen, paper and hand.

I gather you all
My friends, my living
My truth.
Lessen my pain
Let me not be misunderstood.

You are my blood
And my armour.
My well-worn jacket
To the unforgiving cold
Of the world outside
And within me.

Protect me this cold
And lonely night.
Inadequate, unprepared
Unlearned as I am
Be steadfast friend to me.

Author:

Writer, Blogger, Kate Bush Fanatic

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