The Debt

My words need
my silence to speak.

If I talk and talk
and people mill me
about, they will not
come out the way they
should and live freely
speaking on the page.

This place is
their space and I 
live in it and be
their servant.  There is

no pay but I
have wealth enough -
I have my
God with me
and pray that
my words will
keep me from
being too lonely.

My words need me
and I need them
for I would not
be who I am
without their food.
The Book of The Scribe
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