[Poem] Path of the writer

I was around ten,
I took the first time in my hand a pen
never stopped since then.
Wrote my sorrows down,
love, when was around,
put my soul on paper,
fate of the creator.
Long this path it is,
never now what brings,
walk it everyday,
and I'll find a way
to reach up a peak,
that will be unique,
it will only mine,
of my own design.

All these long years,
I have fought through fears,
I have fought through scorn,
sometimes even my own,
But I have endured,
my weight I have pulled,
knowing that someday,
I will find my way.

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