A Blogger’s Glory

In the quiet of the night’s solemn pace
A screen beams bright, a sacred space,
Where thoughts take flight, and words aline
A world created, line by line.

The blogger sits, with her heart laid bare,
Each post a story, duly crafted with care,
A digital pen in hand she wields,
Her thoughts, her dreams, a shield, a field.

With every click, may her voice be heard,
Across the globe, she whispered words,
A tale of her life, of her love, of her pain,
Of her victories won, of her lessons gained.

In comments left, in her heart do touch,
A silent bond that means so much,
For in her space, she finds her way,
To share the light of a glorious day.

But true glory lies not in fame,
Nor in the clicks that bear her name,
But in the truth behind the stories she shared,
Believing they connect her to the very few who cared.

For in each post, a part of her revealed,
Her hidden truth, her wounds unhealed,
But in hope, through sharing, her heart can mend, grateful to the knit community, where earnest words transcend.

In humble plea, let the blogger write with a bare hint of pride,
Let her voice be heard in the world vastly wide,
and may her stories find their destiny
For the glory of a blogger, is when her heart finds its route to many.