Why I Write
Location
Shadow Child
Thats me
Loud but often unheard
Bright but often dimminished
Strong but often broke
Silent
Even when I cry
No one hears my voice
But the paper holds my words
The journal absorbs my tears
The pen becomes my sword
Intelligent
I'm smart, but he tells me Im worthless
I'm strong but he pushes me around
He makes me lose myself
He makes me doubt my worth
As my pen flows across the page,
in loopy bold round letters
I find my strength
I find my voice
I find the fight to push on
I find myself again