I write.

A poem. Reflection. Remembrance.

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I write.

I write to express (myself)
To make sense of the world around me
To soothe this turbulence inside,
To claw out the pain suffocating
Me.

And breathe.

I write to speak,
For once I did: speak.
And I hurt. Maimed.
Killed.

I don’t wan — No more —
So I closed my mouth,
Picked up a pen
And penned to paper.

I write to give
To give a piece of me
And let them see

But, as one comes to realize
Very few read,
Excuses instead,
“Time is of their essence”.

So paper lays
crumpled.

forgotten.

discarded.

I write to protect:
Project.
Put my best self forward —
Whoever She may be —
And hide the Others,

Pick up the papers
And Incinerate.