A writer’s walkway
As we chimed and cloaked away The voiceless found their voice Roars from deep within echoed through out Walking in the path of loneliness We find companionship in solitude Redemption and the joy of being alone In the echoes and noise, silence rippled through our hearts As I sat in the darkness, naked A light shone in my heart with every click and every tap Words drew a picture As messy as it was, not worthy of beauty Beauty was its very worth In all corners when cornered, we break the corners This is art, this is a vision A writer’s walkway. After we walk out of the abyss we see a bigger world Without boundaries we leap like frogs Run like cheetahs’ And rule like lions So as we dream and work even when we don’t Remember every action takes a writer ever closer A dot, a splash, a word, a phrase, a stanza, joy, pain, messy and neatness This is a writers passions and a writer’s walkwa...