The Promise of a Writer

I promise something I already do,

To every day, write something new,

To please you, and appease you,

With ink of sorrow, joy, and rage,

I will project my soul onto every page.

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I promise to empty myself,

To put a book upon your shelf,

If you’ll have it, fill yourself,

I hope you find my sorrow, joy, and rage,

I hope you sense my soul in every page.

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