My Sanctuary

When life only seems to be stuck in a rut,
I fade into dark until light is a must.

Words are compounded ’til soul has been grounded
to know that some writing desires a sighting.

Sighting for many or looking to few,
is always for plenty of numbers in crew.

Looking for pleasure by working for others
is never the mother I want to discover.

Only by writing is how I find lighting
in all of the darkness that takes away sharpness.

So I remain in my favorite known lane
that will drive me insane as I reach for more gain.

Yet I’m ok with succumbing to crazy
because it’s more fun than a mind that is lazy.

The only time that I know I would die,
is when I no longer have wanting to write.

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