And So… Life Begins
The keys are mere plastic things. Their stark, white letters stare up at the ceiling. But each of them is a piece of me. Parts of my life, my heart and my soul. I tap, tap, tap to the rhythm of the pulse I hear between my ears. My blood runs as my fingers glide across black, unfeeling squares. The very lives of the unknown hang on each key stroke. They hide my dreams and my nightmares. To release those dreams, I am slave to the keyboard. Yet, with it, I am master to those hidden worlds that are only a breath away; a mere keystroke away from beginning life.
© 2018 Penny Wilson
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About Penny Wilson Writes
I am a freelance writer that writes in several genres. I've had a successful blog with a growing and loyal following for more than 5 years. I've written articles for Counseling Directory .org, Introvert Dear .com, and WOW Women on Writing. My poetry has been published on Ariel Chart, a monthly online Journal and Spill Words Press. I'm currently working on my first novel. You can find more of my writings on my blog at: https://pennywilsonwrites.com/ and follow me on Twitter @pennywilson123.
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You summarize well the thoughts/emotions of a writer. We write because we must.
As a side note, the letters m and n no longer grace my keyboard. I’ve worn the letters from those keys. Interesting, huh?
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🙂 That is interesting! Hmmmmm, or nnnnnnn! 🙂
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Spot on! Very nicely written.
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Thank you!
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Yes, this is so very true for a writer’s life.Well penned Penny.
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Thank you!
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Such beautifully painted truthful words.
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Thank you Robin! 🙂
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Beautiful testament to the pain and pleasure of writing.
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Thank you Linda! 🙂
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