Confessions of a Writer .38 (blood, sweat and tears)

I have written until my fingers have callaced….

I have written with a fatal heart…..

I have written with a smitten heart…..

I have written when I was told to stop…..

I have written while my baby kicked in my womb….counting his movements…his movements felt like monarch wings….

I have written when his little body was pierced full of IV’s….

I have written when love billowed like passing clouds…..

I have written when those clouds turned grey and stormed….

I have written before the journey, while on the journey, while at my resting place.

Blood…Sweat…and Tears have secreted from this vessel…….

Yet, still, these hands have never stopped.

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