If it is to be explained
What it means to be a writer,
And I have burdened myself with the task,
It is to come face to face with your undoing- by necessities sake.
To conjure up everything that overwhelms you and cast its’ mold,
Immortalize your anxieties by turning them to concrete.
To pull apart the very fiber of the Earth,
Overanalyze each and every fractal you can find.
All of this is an act of self preservation.
A labor of love for yourself, for your craft.
For your Reader.
For you, dear Reader:
If you, too, are cursed with this affliction to bare your soul.
I hope your skin is made of steel and your heart of tissue paper.
If it is to be explained it is only to say
The dried ink on this page is proof positive of alchemy.
It is through painstaking wizardry that anyone authors anything.


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