A million words reached out and grabbed a thousand hearts.
Strangled and mangled, they put themselves back together.
Reaching out to heal others, forever and ever.
She picked up the scraps, and kept them inside.
Locked in a drawer, sworn always to hide.
Joked as she spoke, of a hobby with ink.
Laughed as she said, “It means nothing to me.”
Wasting her time, on words left unspoken.
A pen left unused, a world oh so broken.
But a world she created, and left locked inside.
A beauty unknown, as they scream and they cry.
“Release us, release us, please let the world see”
“Reflections of you, yes that’s what we are, just let us out, please.”
“The world on this paper, is more than just hobbies of ink”