Someone said writers are lonely people.
Not I,
I can never be lonely as long as words are alive.
Words scream
they weep
they crawl
Words bellow
they laugh
and shout for joy
Words climb up
Then jumps down
Words heal the body, mind, and soul
Words breathe life into the dead and help to make us whole
Words feed the hungry and clothe the naked
Words heal the broken heart and keep it from tearing apart
Words open mouths, doors, hearts, hands, pockets, and minds
Words give and take
And love and hate
Words are as beautiful as butterflies,
And unique and different as sunsets and sunrises
Words are like bees
They sting but give us something sweet
Words are a writer’s tools of the trade
Words speaks and writers listen
Words sing and writers dance
Words love writers and writers love words
Words are a feast for writers
And writers feed on words,
Words are a writer’s best friend,
Ah yes, a writer will be lonely when words are dead.
But words can never die!
Thank you for reading this piece. I hoped you enjoyed it.
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Annelise Lords
Annelise Lords writes short, inspiring, motivating, and thought-provoking stories that target and heal the heart. She has added fashion designer to her name. Check out https://www.redbubble.com/people/AnneliseLords/shop?asc=u
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