A poem about writing…kind of

And what of the power of words?

forged in our minds, sealed in ink

made physical the sins that we think


It’s not unlike us to search for truth

even when bound, we find a way

to make timeless what we can’t say


On paper it would seem

the pressure releases, slowly

and our pens touch all that is holy

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