Prose {a poem}

6c5f9730973cdd95915770fcc0f0f4edIn the private stillness of nocturne, secrets

Of the mind’s minstrel unravel lines of thought

Intimacies of a writer, no regrets

Manifested in the moving pen, the soul’s

Bared to the page, unspoken wishes and wants

Shocking on a stranger’s page, imagined whole.

This pride of spirit unredeemed by scorning

For the fellow’s words, speaks fathoms to world’s end.

Come fantasy of mind, come the sun’s morning,

The self-scripted words tell mores’ of the heart

Than of the gift. So let this caution ring clear

As dawn’s luster, the pen will always sin impart.

by Rebecca Williams

Published by Rebecca Elise

I'm 24. ENFP. Writer. Artist. Student {UD '19} I write and draw what is I'm passionate about (i.e. Theology, history, literature...and my favorite films/shows, like Star Wars!

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