Breathing Space
Most times my only get away is to sit in solace and write the happenings that transpired during a chaotic day.
I may have little to say, or I might write a play-by-play.
It takes me to a quiet place, I have a sense of peace I love to embrace. At times it has been my Saving Grace.
It appears you enjoy interrupting what I like to call, "my Breathing Space." I shows all over your face.
Muttering words of mockery knowing just how much it would get to me.
My spirit breaks and my heart aches. Putting me down is all it takes.
You tell me I'm wasting my time, who wants to hear me whine. I'll never get a dime.
Why can't you understand,
my pen in hand is my only peace of mind.
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