Thursday, 25 September 2014

A Writer's Soul

I am angry, my body shaking from
Holding it in. Being dismissed, ignore
Discredited. One minute a child, the
Next a young lady. My hopes and dreams are

Mocked, my opinions put aside, because
Of my age, my youth and my innocence.
No one sees beyond the physical, into
The mind, the very essence of a person.

I have seen worlds burn to the ground, lived a 
Thousand lives, felt a thousand pains, suffering
Beyond comprehension. I have felt the
Loss of hope, I have had nothing to lose.

I am a reader, a writer. Words my 
Only escape, flowing through my veins, swirling
Under my skin, a silent storm of Ice
And Fire, waiting to be free from their cage. 

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