To twirl letters..

forming words..

N shape them, weave them..

A creation...An expression..

When words surpass there literary meanings..

and acheive greater goals..

But what when their creator...

The writer, 

trembles in anxiety..

The fear of not being able to write..

The fear to lose the blessing..

Which is his only road to freedom..

From the oppression of the world..

when he tries n tries in vain..

To bleed out his poisons...to let himself free..

~k~