My Escape

How is it that I'm the only one who cares?

Because that's how it feels.

And I wish it weren't true.

Writing,

it's My love , my passion.

My life.

Seeing my words in print, that's what I dream about.

That pen in my hand never disappears, and my hands never cramp from the endless scribbling that I do.

My passion.

My glory,

It's what tells my story.

And that's never going to change.

I just wish other people saw that.