I love planting words on paper, watering and watching them grow
especially when stressin’ ‘bout life creates a mental desert plateau
my internal chatter clogged backlogged without any flow
will this pen in hand greet me as a friend or as a foe
a merciful literary savior with a style that’s unique
writing ushers, deliverance to me with a temporary release
but this redemption wasteland doesn’t always promise peace
sometimes it revives memories of things that should’ve remained deceased
-TLY ✍🏽
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