Day: August 11, 2024

Writing True

The Goodness of Being a Writer

AinaBalagtas3 Comments

What profession do you admire most and why?

To be a writer, to weave a tale,
Is to catch the wind, to ride the gale,
To paint with words, to shape the air,
And build a world with tender care.

It’s finding truth in every line,
In every metaphor, a sign,
Of life’s deep mysteries, bold and grand,
Unfolding softly in your hand.

The pen becomes a steady friend,
A guide through thoughts that twist and bend,
It holds the power to heal, to mend,
To start a journey, or to end.

In every story, you become,
The hero, villain, all in one,
You live a thousand lives, and yet,
The thrill of each, you don’t forget.

The goodness lies in what you share,
A glimpse of magic, pure and rare,
That others find within your page,
A voice that speaks, beyond the age.

To be a writer is to see,
The world as more than what might be,
It’s to believe in every spark,
And bring the light into the dark.

So write with joy, with fearless heart,
For in each word, you play your part,
In leaving something that will last,
A legacy of stories cast.

Love · Writing True

Fingers Crossed

AinaBalagtas1 Comment

Beneath the stars, where whispers play,
Our hearts entwine, a gentle sway,
In tender glances, a wondrous thing is born,
A flame that dances till the morn.

In every touch, a new world unfolds,
In every word, a beautiful story told,
Of passion fierce, of modest grace,
Of us finding home in one embrace.

The moonlight paints our golden dream,
Where time stands still, a flowing stream,
And in beaming light, our souls align,
A sacred bond, a thread so divine.

Through every trial, through every tear,
Ours stands steadfast, a bliss ever near,
It blooms in joy, and weathers the pain through kiss.
A promise sung in soft refrain, no line is missed.

Far more than words can ever say,
It is in the silence too, and in the way,
Our hands speak tenderly without a sound,
All gentle moves for a love once lost, and then is found.

So let ours be pure and free,
A dance of our hearts in harmony,
For in this world where truth is elusive, we found something truer:
A gift unwrapped from up above, binding us forever. . .

-fingers crossed—and beyond.