They encompass everything, the words I write,
Pages and pages filled each and every day,
But will they live on, when I’ve finished my fight?
The writing has always been such a delight,
Everything changed, but the pages would stay,
They encompass everything, the words I write.
I scribe constantly, from day to night,
Poems, stories, articles, and essays,
But will they live on, when I’ve finished my fight?
I jot words that comfort, words that excite,
All of the emotions put on display,
They encompass everything, the words I write.
These letters are the building blocks that will help me take flight,
A journalism career and published novel ,with no delay,
But will they live on, when I’ve finished my fight?
I keep scribbling and writing, even despite,
The doubt that plagues and tries to drive me away,
They encompass everything, the words I write,
But will they live on, when I’ve finished my fight?
