How heavy my pen feels as I attempt to feel all of me. My weighted heart drips lines of ink as I steady my hand against the cause.
Shaking body meets shaking soul, I shake myself free of thought. Writing it all till it burns my mind and I scream at myself to stop.
I feel my fingers beg for relief as I give all of me. Pushing them further than the edge of a page, a run-on becomes my life.
Can I find the words to say all I have ever meant to say? Can today be the day I say my story at last?
With my last ounce of strength I sacrifice strength for relief.
To live one day without regret and shame.
To let my anger pass like a blessed death.
I write towards that day.