Writing

Writing is a breeze
From the ocean
That cools me off
On a hot day,

Or blows the dust
Off my face
And makes me
See again.

It doesn’t hurt me
Ever.
Just helps me learn
And gives me
New perspective.

The one thing
Trustworthy,
Even above family.

The one thing that never lies.

To me.
I can mold it
In my hands
And I can use it
As a shield.
You won’t find out
Where I am.

Unless I tell you.

Unless I let you know.
I am never betrayed
By my writing.

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