I used to be so
confused and afraid
of my own mind
that I marked my
body each time I
felt confusion or fear.
I drew blood
hoping to draw
conclusions and answers;
I craved a visible reasoning
for my invisible pain.
I am still
confused and afraid,
maybe more than I
was then;
but now instead
of spilling blood
I spill ink.
This is so inspirational, you! You’re doing a great job by using ink instead of blood. Spilling blood doesn’t serve any purpose to you or others. But, when you spill ink, God, does it help 😘💖💖
I’m sure there are so many of the people out there who’ll be inspired by this form of release. Hang on, we need your magic, desperately.
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Thank you so so much for your kind words 💜💜
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So gracefully stated. Words offer such salvation. You write beautifully, Emma 🙂
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Thank you so much, I appreciate it!
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🙂
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So lovely!! Your poetry hits me right in the feels 🙂 🙂
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Thank you🙏🏼🙏🏼
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you’re welcome 🙂
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