I wish for a moment’s quiet
To sit in my peace and write
About all the demons we fight
My dreams are not of big mansions
But mystical worlds with cautions
Stories that shake my conscience
Hands get shaky
Mind gets flaky
Shoulders are tired
But heart is still wired
With life jam-packed
I sometimes feel trapped
When things hold back
I sit and unpack
Counting this blessing
The freedom of writing
I laugh with beam
Or cry with gleam
The pen has seen
All that I mean
I fall onto my knees
Praying for release
To let my mind ease
Till every single thought of mine
flows and finds its way to shine
I write to the greys of ninety nine
Beautiful
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