These words.
These beautiful;
cryptic;
words.
They flow through
the ink in my pen.
Emptying
the emotion
that boils up
inside of me.
But with every letter
my fingers form,
I feel a sense
of loss.
Almost as if
by expressing
my thoughts and
desires;
I am giving up my
sense of
purpose.
Is it possible,
that by writing down
every aspect of who
I am,
I am losing everything
I thought
I was ?
Alicia M. Donovan ŠAll Rights Reserved
