Writing
This is my happy place, where no one else can intrude,
This is my happy place, where characters are all of my own making
Man, woman, child, teen, mermaid, dragon, toaster
It doesn't matter here, because they're all mine
They'll fight, they'll love, they'll live, they' die
And I can make it all happen
Their stories are boundless
Their worlds are infinite
More then the words it took to create them
Far more real then the world
They live and breath in ink
From the unborn to the long dead
They all belong to me
And they make me happy.
When all others fail to bring me from myself
One of them will laugh
And the spell will be broke
Their triumphs are mine
Their pitfalls belong to me
Their wonders, their love, their hate
Every breath that they breathe gives life to me
And I love them
Even the ones no one else could
The cruel, the caustic, the calm, the spastic
The damanged, the whole, the saint, the sinner
The good, the bad, the inert
From least to greatest I can't help but smile
Their lives are their own, but partly mine
They are the good, the bad, the human
The inhuman, the monster, the creature, the sprite
Written, spoken, or just in my head
Each and every one of them
Is not dead.
They make me happy
And their stories are mine.