Sitting at her table,
searching for words.
She cannot imagine a sentence,
even a letter.
The paper is scattered,
and her pencils have been chewed.
Her heart was walled up,
but with a permanent coating.
She's forever locked up.
Her own witch in her princess story.
She feels the pain,
of trying to break down the walls.
Imagine.
A bird with a damaged wing,
trying to carry food to its children.
Imagine.
You're stuck in a room and the only way out is with the death of yourself.
Imagine.
The love of your life cries himself to bed.
How do you escape the horrors of life?
How do you break down the walls and pour on the pages?
How do you find the words to write your story?
Stop imagining.
i missed your poetry!
i missed your poetry!