I’ve been thinking about why I write why you write too what we hope will happen with our imperfect sentences with the story we told with the story we’ll tell about a woman named Delores unlike any other woman named Delores she loves life in a way that has to do with handsome men and butterflies
So moving and so true.
I write to survive. It's as simple as that. Thank God for pen and paper.
So lovely
Another great poem, Esther. So true that only in the writing can some of us tell our stories.
I love why you write. As for me, Damned if I know, except I've been doing it since I could spell.
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