Written by hand

I write by hand

On any scrap of paper, I can find and a pen

During my day job hours

My mind it comes alive

The flow a natural high

Quickly I scribble in-between

On my breaks and lunch

Bits of poetry, pieces of plots, worlds created

While there I am stuck

 Psychically, Mentally I am gone

My imagination lives unscathed

I am free from all that retail pressure as I write

I am liberated by words with meaning

Those that bring feeling

Causing me to float near the shining sun

Filling me with life

Over and over

Forever I will write.


Angela K. Crandall

(Inspired by The Daily Post)

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