I stopped writing

I stopped writing

I used to picture a little island that would whisk me away for days.

I should have never stopped writing.

It is what gives me the strength to move on.

I put it aside and carried on.

I used to be scared that someone would find what I wrote and read it.

So after a while of having a precious writing I’d rip it up.

I was embarrassed about some of the ways that I felt,

Ashamed.

My paranoid feelings made me put down

My Pen and Pad.

So I stored my emotions in the back of my head.

Rigorously they built up in my brain until it was to late to realize.

I held in so much pain.

Only to have my conscience haunt me

And by not writing,

Delete me.

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