Writing

Writing ✍️ when hurt

The pain in the tips of the pen against each sheet of paper

Seems to flow drastically

As hearts are poured out and souls are cleansed.

I’m proud of the woman that I am.

The pain keeps me humble and the writings on the walls, keeps me sane. It’s memories I relive but I gain with strength.

Written with blood

Stained with tears

Yours truly

Devi

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