Writing

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Opening my bland underestimated mind

to a world of endless imagination

Never letting me be left alone

in a dark chamber locked in chains

Always something to write about even when I feel that

all inviting door are locked shut

Every word is like a stepping stone

that helps me across the creek

Every finished page is like climbing a ladder

to the top of an overlooking tower

Every minute spent is like another mile

in a ruck march

The pencil is my Excalibur

The eraser is my shield

The blank sheet of paper

my intimidating dragon

Writing opens my bland and dormant mind

With sparks that soar in the sky

Bringing excitement to the eyes of every crowd

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