They say writers starve
Starve for greatness
When pen touches paper
Writers feel euphoric
Ink spills poetry out from the love
Pen and paper were never meant to separate
A longing mind to bring them together
The hunger to want to write a new life
To write is to play God
Cause a beginning
And an end
When a writer halts their free spirit
When they cannot bring themselves
To recollect feelings
Whether they are harsh or kind
It breaks pen and paper apart
Pen and paper cry out for each other
“When will we be together to create life again?!”
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“I was born in Toronto, raised in Guelph. I’m a second year sociology student at the University of Guelph. I love the places where I’ve lived, I’ve travelled, and people I’ve met. I write to express my gratitude as well as my grief towards what has transpired to make me who I am today.” —Fatima Buela
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