In her words
She finally found peace
She was at ease
As she wrote in her library
Filling book after book
With the magical worlds
That only existed in her head
Until the day she took her last breath
And there were no longer words left to right
About “In Her Words”:
This is another awesome image I got from Kevin’s blog. If you don’t know, he has a No Theme Thursday post every week where he shares some very cool images. This image is from last week’s post. I’m too late to submit this one since he already shared the post with the submissions but this image just caught my eye and I wanted to use it anyway. Hope you don’t mind Kevin!
I love her, she looks like what I think I look like in my head but actually don’t lol. So, this poem is about writers as you can probably tell. I think we don’t choose writing, it chooses us. And it’s one of those things that once you start you know you’ll do it for the rest of your life. When it comes to writing, we have little control over it. The words come to us and we write. At least that’s my experience. And much like the girl in the poem, I hope to write till my last breath.
Are you a writer? If so, what do you love about it? What did you think of “In Her Words”? Let me know in the comments below because I would absolutely love to hear your thoughts. Or simply stop by and say hi!
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