Thursday, April 6, 2017

Alter ego

He flirts with me all the time
Helps me satiate my need to write
Keeps me ticking 
And preserves my sanity.

He also annoys me
Poking fun at my desperation
Provokes me to accept mediocrity
Mocks me till I take short cuts.

I know he's just trying to reach out
Nudging me to follow my heart
Deep within the confines of my being, 
I know there is a writer aching to break out;
Shrouded in my fear of the unknown, 
he lends dignity to my servile existence.

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