A writer’s love

I think heartache comes more difficult to writers because we

pride ourselves

On the ability to carefully, beautifully, masterfully construct

words

In such a way that there leaves virtually no doubt

As to the imprint left on our hearts

So when our chests split open, the pain of our craft

Spills there, it’s as if our soul,

The thing that makes us unique

Is unceremoniously discarded

Like a 99 cent card.

~Christie Page

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