Poem: Writing to Escape – Spoken Word and Text – 12/07/20

As I sit down to write, my muscles ease, feet arrange neatly into place, my fingers at the ready. This is my time, where I will shine with tendrils of arrangements that are written not only for me, but for others, too, I don’t simply write for myself, I have a sense of duty to them, for from within me, like a geyser I expel my truths.