Upon the page that bleeds my thoughts,
my future stares back in strife.
It’s a jumbled web that has caught me within the spindles,
letting only me seek control of its ways.
As a child, the pen that now caused me hope,
only caused me joy as I became the author of a fairytale.
I became the protagonist, the villain, and even the companions,
allowing my mind to seek comfort in knowing all.
The familiar stroke of a word or a keystroke upon a computer
became my everything.
Every moment I spent, letting my mind run wild,
I began to feel free.
Writing was a hobby, yet it has now settled into my future,
allowing me to create a world that another may enjoy.
My mind has become the tool that will give me a future.
It has become my life, and I will not let it go.
For a child so innocent once upon a time ago,
I have now settled into the comfort of a writer’s mind.