Writing
Is
Exciting.
In
Black
Ink,
There
Is
Room
To
Think,
And
Bring
Forth
Characters
Of
Worth
To
Speak
For
Me
From
Across
The
Formless
Sea
Of
Time.
They
Live,
Mine
To
Give
Back
To
Myself,
Even
If
Unseen
And
Unheard,
Like
Me,
Stored
In
Silence
On
A
Shelf.