My fingers flow on my keyboard like a pianist playing a beautiful yet melancholy melody.
The words are belting out of me like a soulful, sultry singer.
The words come to me, almost magical.
Like, I'm pulling it out of thin air.
When I am deep in pain is when I am inspired the most.
My mind and heart tries to reach a mutual understanding.
In my yesteryears, this was the only way to survive.
To write until my fingers were cramped and sore.
To let the demons of my mind escape.
YOU ARE READING
And, she lives
PoetryA twenty something, trying to escape the social norms of staying close with a toxic and dysfunctional family; while trying to live a life that's ultimately hers. (Not edited)
