The Writer

Breathing life where there was none
In a world of creation
The story grows page by page
Deepest sorrow, highest elation

Chapter by chapter, line by line
Showing what this chaos means
Late at night and early dawn
Arranging words upon the screen

Now nearly finished, take a break
The final words still to be penned
The hero may yet win
That all depends

I will write until it is done
The deadline is close; so is the sun
What started as fun, now so serious
Waiting to be read by everyone

Stoic Poetry

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