I am no saint.

I’ve sought the calm of

The bottom of a bottle many times.

Swam with sharks and other

dangerous predators.

Walked alone down hazardous

darkened streets

with the confidence that only

being a teenager can bring.

Have listened to no other voice

But my own at 3:39 in the morning

When sleep evaded me.

I have put myself and my sanity at risk.


But it always comes back to this:

pen in hand,

pressed closely to paper

or snuggled up in bed with a good book.


Life’s greatest pleasures can

be so simple.


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