Addicted to the Craft
A Haiku
Muscles protest me;
must write despite his order -
pain is but a dream.
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Amanda Starks
Epic fantasy writer, poet, and hopefully soon-to-be novelist who wants to create safe spaces to talk about mental health. Magic, swords, and monsters abound!
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I Summon Thee, Death
A girl stands on the edge of a cliff, contemplating the long drop down to the valley floor. Beneath her, giant crumbling boulders rest with cloaks of old, stale snow upon their backs. To the girl, they look like a group of people huddling for warmth in the middle of a snowstorm. Why would they do that? The girl wonders. Why would they sit there and wait to die?
By Amanda StarksExclusive • 5 months ago
Comments (3)
I feel quite blessed that I could relate to this poem hehe. Beautiful haiku!
Over coming pain is not easy but craft certain help motivate us especially when we have a day of free pain. Take while you are free from it. Very relatable piece.
We have to keep going, excellent words