upon us, does it cover all our hidden
sins that we did not want discovered?
yet through the quill we will not hide
but put aside our ills and transgressions
against our fellow-man.
The cold wind has cast a chill throughout
the house, the fire glows over the coals,
while sparks dance within the hearth to
crackle our imagination and dedication.
Our favorite place to write and bare our souls
waits as words search us and find ways to lie
before us as they should. Their meanings only
known to us yet readers will interpret and
digest them with the hope of trying to
understand the author behind the pen.
The year may have brought them blessings
or a curse or two, illness stalking them may
have cast a gloom in a room without locks
allowing ghosts to enter and frolic with the
masters of the quill whose challenges are
simply to exist to pen another verse or four.
With twisted minds a struggle with the devil
will keep them sane while shadows cast a
light from where it came they know not,
yet the balance between them both keeps
them on the edge of Heaven and Hell.
To write another day is all they seek and
should they be granted one last day at
the end of the year then only they will
have challenged themselves to closing
yet another year.
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