The Writer’s Tale
In an effort to frame concisely a brief outline of my love affair with words,
I came to this journal.
It lay open and empty many long hours as I contemplated superlatives
And conjured cogitations,
As writers often do,
Seeking the ideal phrase,
Painting dream and glory
In comma-specked soliloquy
And stunning summary.
As I tried to determine where the lines should be drawn
Between raw truth and exaggeration,
Fiction and mythology,
I had yet to write the last chapter.