My Journey to Writer Sainthood MAG

September 9, 2017
By Bronwyn-Sophronia-Atlet ELITE, Dardenne Prairie, Missouri
Bronwyn-Sophronia-Atlet ELITE, Dardenne Prairie, Missouri
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Favorite Quote:
"To these the past hath its phantoms,
More real than solid earth;
And to these death does not mean decay,
But only another birth"
- Isabella Banks


Long I stood in the alcove of my mind,
Not looking, not speaking a word of any kind.
The process held my dearest fancy intact,
But without a skill, a dream is not fact.
I took up my pen, and held it, unsure.
My heart started throbbing, this trade: my allure.
I caught every word and flooded the page.
My mission? To trap. My tool? A ribcage.

With each poorly rhymed stanza, I smirked, I thought.
My name will not perish, though my body shall rot.
A writer, or a beast-tamer? A poet, or a king?
With relish I ponder, with love, I sing.



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