Writing
Letters bleeding bodily into blank sheets
Whispering wildly in her mind
Flowing creatively through the ink
Mind forgetting the outside world
Only imagining the one within
Wishing wholeheartedly to go
Imagining herself as the main
Crying when they cry
Laughing when they laugh
Hoping when they hope
In her mind they come to life
In her writing they breathe
While reading they are thriving
With wonder Grace and belief
Letters bleeding boldly
Consuming all her pain
Urging her to write
With all her hope
And might
This poem is about:
Me