Writing it All

Can I write it all? … Even a life of scars.

Showing a sky not full of stars. A life that starts after a pause.

I see the child I used to be. A child that seems to flee from me.

A past I once could see. Is now a blessed blur to me.

A vision I see through tears. Real tears, from real fears.

So much to run from.

Until one day I said I was done.

I killed the child I once was. Rejecting all that I came from.

And here I stand, the standing end.

Pen in hand, I finally begin.

-OM

J.C.C.

44.1

7 thoughts on “Writing it All

Share your opinion

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s