Writing in bed

Because she couldn’t afford a desk.

Her back aches 

But she”s learned to ignore it 

Her phone screen is cracked 

But her writing habit 

Is still robust and intact .

She writes in bed 

Coz it’s the only time of the day 

When her body slows down enough 

For her mind to ponder 

And her pen finds it’s flow.

But even if she could afford it 

She’d still write in bed, 

Because that is the meeting place 

Of her favorite worlds: 

Where fatigue gives way to 


And in the pen 

Where she temporarily finds wings 

To fly to a reality 

Far superior to her own.

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