The power of the quill



Thoughts once befuddled,

Words once scrambled,

Flow out of his mind.

A letter at a time.

His quill, his medium,

Bleeds to release them.

To give them peace on paper.

Troubled no longer,

They will sway minds.

They will open gates.

His thoughts,

Will be his currency.

His words,

His passport to freedom.



Image credit: geralt

via Daily Prompt: Gate

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