OH! My Dear Words,
I Hope You Will Forgive Me
Words, Oh My dear Words!
I’m sorry for putting you up on SALE
You truly are a part of me,
My thoughts, my ideas, my feelings,
Like tears that flow to show the pain,
Like the rain that pours down a cloud,
Like the rays of sun that illuminate the horizons
You bestow me a sacred path to tread on.
But in a world where everything is up on SALE
Some people with fortune, do buy you from me
You are adorned in their gardens forever
Away from my existence, never to be claimed
But deep down, you are always mine
Because, OH my dear words!
A part of me went there with you
You are not forgotten
And
Yes, That’s True.
Being a freelance writer, working day and night to untangle the muddled up chunks of info, immerse in a deep reflective thought process, craft visual imagery with words that truly sparkle.
AND
Finally, present it to someone….anyone who takes the full credit, and in return, we get a few bucks….is painful.
Our bouquet of words gets adorned in someone else’s garden.
At this point in my creative writing career, I’m seriously thinking of a professional path that can enable me to cherish, take credit for, and be proud of;
My words.
My words shall be mine,
Today, Tomorrow, And Always
Would love to hear the thoughts of my literacy mates on this topic?
Why Is Everything On Sale? Words are PRICELESS
