I Keep on Writing
...in league with my soul.
I cautiously read back the words written for you, afraid of what I might find hidden in the phrasing. Everything I write starts innocently enough, with only the best intentions. Yet sooner or later, I discover a man speaking with a foot firmly in his mouth. Still I keep on writing, to remind myself it’s okay. I keep on writing, to remind myself I’m alive. Then I keep on writing to remind myself this endeavor is forever a work in progress, and that even the Gospels struggle under scrutiny to satisfy the fickle mind.
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