Poem #6
A Journey in Three Masks
Before I was “A Writer”
I wrote just what I felt,
I didn't know the road rules
or what the journey spelt.
Then as “Emerging Writer”
I studied, read and wrote,
I ate from wisdom elders fed
and left my love a note.
So now I am just writing
but different than before,
the truth I speak is wiser
and I've not closed the door.
Copyright © 2011 Kirsten Cliff
For the prompt used to write this poem, please go here.
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