it’s 2am.

for her

it’s the start of a bottomless pit.

writing

pushes her

into the

deepest recesses of her mind.

it takes her

into the

land of disturbing memories.

for her

it’s reality in imagination.

 

writing

transforms her

into the

beautiful mess that is her mind.

it’s the conclusion of acceptance

that she

is broken but breathing.

 

 

it’s 2am.

for her

it’s the commencement of creativity.

writing

releases her

into the

newfound freedom of her mind.

it lights her

into a

burning flame.

for her

it’s recognition of self-worth.

 

writing

shapes her

into the

person she wants to be in her mind.

it’s the understanding of empowerment

that she

writes out of love for herself.