Each poem I compose leaves its own fingerprint.
Not one that can be seen, but felt.
At times, my identity lies in the cadence of a line,
at other times, it lies in the space between two lines.
Every revision mirrors back to me,
who I am when I penned it,
who I am now.
Writing is more than a mere exercise in ink;
it exposes truths I didn’t know I was harboring.
It transforms memories into metaphors,
uncertainty into voice.
Maybe that is what writing is all about.
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