Living a life of isolation…
writing became my friend
Celebrating the day’s events,
fresh names inside my pen

Though others think me lonely,
the truth is far from that
Comrades made with each new word,
in fiction and in fact

But only to a writer
will these thoughts resonate
With voices calling from beyond,
I often can’t abate

And when my world goes silent,
I open once again
An authored book, a friend for life
—my soulmate till the end.

(Beaupre: February, 2021)