Her thoughts put on paper
Raw open and bare
Exposes her deepest darkest secret
To the people around her that care
When a wall is broken down
And a door is open wide
It brings a surge of fresh air
And it rushes to get inside
Great and rare moments like this
Are ones never to repeal
The surge and feeling of freedom
Must become constant and real
Always to protect her pair
And truly caring every day
She shows her inner strength
In a beautiful amazing way
I imagine the lights brighter
and the path ahead clearer
The weight that was lifted
Brings all you love nearer.
K
About the Creator
Tortured Soul
The soul careened blindly through a void where it scraped against the walls of a narrow tunnel, amassing a cumulative friction that created all the heat the devil would ever need to torment it. There was no light at the end, not even a fire. From the bottom a cold wind blew, and the clash of extremities spawned vapors of terror in the deadened and numbed appendage that was this strange, delirious, drunken consciousness.
By C. Rommial Butler7 days ago in Fiction
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