It’s important to take the time
to walk away from the pen, the paper, the rhyme,
to coax yourself out of your literary lament,
and just live in the moment.
There’s a world of people waiting for you,
beneath the lumens lazuli blue,
each with stories as complex
as those growing in your text.
And if you care to stay a while,
they’ll take you in with a charming smile
which will leave you feeling oh-so blest
that you’ll depart with brimming zest.
And now the writing you once despaired
runs with a passion which you’ve shared
with those who’ve become kith and kin,
who stand apart – yet dwell within.