musician

The Page

I started as a draft

By an unseen master of the craft

A firm pencil on my page

Broken twice in creative rage

Each word made me whole

On an endlessly tilting scroll

I’m novel and made of will

A mercurial queen of quill

I begin again at the end

A book lover’s friend

Each chapter carries my heart

Between life’s bookends, I am art.

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