Living a life of isolation…
writing became my friend
Celebrating the day’s events,
fresh names inside my pen
Though others think me lonely,
the truth is far from that
Comrades made with each new word,
in fiction and in fact
But only to a writer
will these thoughts resonate
With voices calling from beyond,
I often can’t abate
And when my world goes silent,
I open once again
An authored book, a friend for life
—my soulmate till the end.
(Beaupre: February, 2021)