It was the words.

It was the words that got her through the nights when she felt alone.

The pen being her mind, and the paper being the field in which her imagination could roam.

It was the words. 

It was the words that gave her the strength and bravery to be who she wanted to be.

She was never afraid to live in the margins because at times, that was where her best work laid. 

It was the words. 

It was the words she shared with others that encouraged them to be bold and proud of their differences, for someday, they could lead to great fortune.

It was the words. 

The words that helped her find her way to self-love.

The words that lead her to endless possibilities. 

The words that set her free.