Tell me, is it the sign of a writer <br />to see tragedy in everything? <br /> <br />In the purposeful stride that falters when it turns a corner <br /> <br />In the slumped shoulders of an otherwise straight profile <br /> <br />In the eyes that are the deepest shade of regret <br /> <br />in the smile that cracks on the edges <br /> <br />excuse me, but can a writer save them? <br /> <br /> <br />tell me what can be done when <br />(not if) I become <br />just one of these masterful <br />trudging tragedies <br />not victims in, just livers of, <br /> <br />life<br /><br />Alexzia Ferdinand<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/excuse-me-but-writers-can-t-be-heroes/
