I say words I don’t mean
I hold on to things that no longer bring me joy
I try to taste the past out of reach
Bless me cause I can’t breathe
Keep striving for different things
But matter will never change
Bless me and hope for better days.
I love to write but it doesn’t mean that it is always going to sound good.
Not everything I write will win a reward. Some things will be damn near cringe worthy. Still…I write.
I write because it brings me joy. I write because it is the one gift I have to pass on to my baby girl.
I write to make you think and feel.
I write because it is the only way to show I am here.