Where Writing Hides

Within the sea of words of a good book

In the heartache of losing someone you love

In a tear slowly cascading along the creases of a cheek

…is where writing hides

In the laughter of my sons as they play

In the soapy suds of the shampoo in my hair

In the heat of a warm bath

…is where writing hides

On the tails of fireflies as they illuminate the darkness

in day dreams and nightmares

Within the quiet of early mornings

With thoughts, pen and paper in hand

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