I write to release,
the pain of my world undone.
A shattered soul,
and a lost trust.
And a broken heart.
Writing is the place where I start.
I bleed out from within,
Battle scars that show prominently,
Proof that I'm not free.
Im a prisoner in my own body,
and writing is my cry for help,
being battered and bruised from all I've felt.
I scribble words across these pages,
to show the world who I am,
because, otherwise, no one can see me with a quick scan.
Im here for reason,
but I'm writing to find why, because writing gives me hope.
I know I'm different,
and many disperse me with a wave of their hand,
but it's not my fault, the things I turned to, where I land.
Writing is a passion,
details are my source,
a war cry that makes me hoarse.
Writing is an adventure,
and I love to explore.
I simply start with how I'm feeling,
and watch it change towards the end,
because, if you pay attention, they all twist.
I write to help myself,
and show others they aren't alone,
because I write to write, and writing is a hope.