He Is a Writer by Vitalia Strait

You say to take a breath,
“Rest in the written page.”
Oh, if only I could.
He is the poetry
On my concealed paper.

Just as I am merely
A being made of words,
So he is a writer.
Only he dictates me,
Never letting me choose.

But I'm one of many
Characters in his cast,
Laid down in his margins,
The muse of his byline,
An empty epigraph.


Vitalia Strait is an aspiring writer currently pursuing a BA in English. She has always been enamored by the power of words, and hopes that one day she can find the time to make a career that revolves around them. She has previously had works published by "The 200 Word Short Story," "Haikuniverse," and "Poetry Potion."

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