Her laptop reawakens with a sigh.
The coffee *** sputters its morning tune.
Her husband already kissed her goodbye.
Now alone, she listens to the birds croon.
From her fingertips flow colorful realms.
Inside of her is a world no one knows.
She stays at home, the outside overwhelms.
Although lonely, this is the life she chose.
Her readers adore the worlds she creates.
It helps them to escape their own conflicts.
Each new novel, one patiently awaits.
They fly through the pages like book addicts.
As the bills grow, with her husband’s lost hope,
Her words continue to help strangers cope.
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 10:24 AM UTC
Her laptop reawakens with a sigh.
The coffee *** sputters its morning tune.
Her husband already kissed her goodbye.
Now alone, she listens to the birds croon.
From her fingertips flow colorful realms.
Inside of her is a world no one knows.
She stays at home, the outside overwhelms.
Although lonely, this is the life she chose.
Her readers adore the worlds she creates.
It helps them to escape their own conflicts.
Each new novel, one patiently awaits.
They fly through the pages like book addicts.
As the bills grow, with her husband’s lost hope,
Her words continue to help strangers cope.
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