Writer’s Calling

I didn’t want to write,

but the urge kept haunting me

making it unbearable to conceive any other notion than

“pen to paper”.

I didn’t want to send it,

even though the wind fluttered inside my brain

exceeding the excruciating halt

I had planned for it to meet.

I didn’t want to hear your voice

at the other end of the phone line

because the tone pierced my heart

and engaged in a drowning of my being.

I never wanted any of this.

But sometimes,

writers have no choice but to answer

their calling.

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