Worlds of My Pen

© Julie Ruffell

There's a galaxy of worlds
That exist in my pen
They are fantastical, they are common, dreary or uplifting
All manner of creatures, all sorts of characters
Some events destroy worlds, some events create lives
Whatever the form, wherever the location
These worlds exist for me alone
I am everything to them
The guiding mother's hand
I submerge into my worlds
My language is my pen
All that I see, all that I say
Flow from me in silent ink
I live in my worlds
Among that which I create
Even the ugly has beauty
For it all has purpose
I live in my worlds of fiction
I've forgotten how to live
In the real one