Made UpA Poem by ettorneyA poem about the personal nature of writing.
I didn't steal it.
I made it up. I didn't find it. I made it up. It was neither given to me nor taken from me 'cause I made it up. Did I wish for it? Do I desire it? Oh! Shall I share it? Perhaps. It gives me light 'Cause I made it shine. It gives me hope. 'Cause I made it grow. It gives me comfort when I let it rest inside here. With me. And though it cannot touch me, nor hold me, nor kiss me, it's here because I made it just for me. © 2010 ettorneyAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorettorneyChicago, ILAboutI love to write. I love the process of writing. I’ve been gone from writing for a decade! Time to get back on the horse, don’t ya think? Although not perfect myself, I hate bad gra.. more..Writing
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