Comfort

by DeboraDyess

With my teacup close at hand
and my fingers poised over the keyboard
ready to strike,
I feel the peace of inspiration flow.

Like a gentle breeze

rustling through the top leaves

of ancient oaks,

thoughts begin to whisper,
meandering into shape and substance.
Life begins to flow from my fingertips and,

for a few moments,

I know the power of creation,

the absolute joy of worlds born
at my bidding and bequest.

I invite, rebuke, enhance, encourage,

allowing characters to live and act
according to their whims and wills
as they speak through me.

A parade of letters on the screen,
marching on their own,

continues until miles of words have appeared,
their life and my life

intertwined.

I lean back,

sip my tea and read the words.

This, I know, is who I am.
This, I know, is peace.
I am comfortable in the knowledge of both worlds -
the one I inhabit
and the ones within.

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I know each of us feels this way. That's what makes us writers.
Thanks to Sandra Nelms-Ludwig for suggesting a new pic. New pic is now in place. It seemed a lot more fun and appropriate.
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