
Creation is not a right,
Not a power or a privilege,
A gift, given freely and often,
For those who can wield its power.
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To make something from nothing,
It’s a power reserved for the gods,
Yet stories are born by human hands,
Built from ink and blood soaked into a page.
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Empty spaces and wandering thoughts,
The seeds of inspiration blossom,
Growing over time into tales not told,
Waiting for a witness to give them life.
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The Writer’s soul feeds on stories,
An escape from the tangible,
Highways into the imagination,
And roads untraveled.
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Pay no mind to the shadows,
The ones that doubt your power,
They will soon have a role to play,
In a story only you can tell.
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The Writer must forge on,
The story will continue,
Unimpeded by your doubt,
And unburdened by your hate.
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The writer conceives,
He brandishes the pen,
He puts pen to paper,
And worlds are born.
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You thought you were the hero,
That you were righteous in this tale,
But you are not The Writer,
I am.
About the Creator
Bradley Ramsey
Lover of dogs, gaming, and long walks on the beach. Content Marketing Manager by day, aspiring writer by night. Alone, we cannot change the world, but we can create better ones.
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Comments (3)
Oh, the way you bring it altogether again in this one with that final stanza. Feels like a retort, a final one-liner! A reply to a naysayer or doubter. Whatever this is another powerful piece and one I related to deeply, Bradley. Thank you for sharing it as part of your submissions for the anthology.
Wonderful! Creating stories through writing is certainly a special power! Love the quip of the final stanza!
This poem eloquently captures the writer's power to create worlds and shape stories from imagination.