🎭

I
miss
the
time
when
my
smiles
were
real.

👺

I am, a penman,
encoded with words from within soul,
Stitched in grace.
Embroidered in breath
and fabric of my being.

I go by many names.
Sorcerer to magically scribe words to page.
Gardner planting seeds of thoughts for readers eyes.
Sculpturer using a tool of pen
to etch out visions.
A Dreamer making my way
across fields of white.

Whatever the title...
I'm glad to share. It is who I am
A gift of a writer inside a human vessel.