These Things of Mine (Poem)

My name is written in a
Book of truth
In ink of the highest price.

My voice tells of tales
Of imagined things
My gift, my passion of words.

My eyes take in scenes
Of real people and places
A world in which I don’t belong.

My heart holds a story
With empty pages
A plot half-written
A hero undiscovered.

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