In third grade,

going from not knowing

how to read or write.

Then wanting to do them both

every second of everyday.

Finding a happy medium,

just because I can.

Freedom from feeling last place

moving forward and not fading away.

I write because I need to free

those inner thoughts,

trapped inside of me.

They express things

I can't, or won't say,

because I'm the bigger person.

The hurt, the pain,

and letting others in

come through only writing.

Instead of reaching out to you,

I don't know what to say,

so the blank, white

pieces of paper

become my voice.

I need to reach out,

and get out of my own way.

I have to let you know,

when things are bad or slow,

and even when they're not,

I can't show that,

can't voice that,

so instead I write,

just to let you inside.

And know,

you are not alone.