Sonnet #2

Words fly and spin within my mind
Calling out for me to choose
A pot of gold for me to find
Or a bestselling novel for me to lose

Crafting a story out of blood and bone
Sculpting worlds of light and dark
Mothering characters as they are grown
Wondering if they will hit the mark

The pain of creation is all too real
I have the marks to prove it
I bare my soul for all to steal
Giving permission to abuse it

And now I release this as a tease
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