Freedom

My thoughts billow away as I write , lethal enough as a dear black widow . The words engulf my paper creating a clandestine of my identity. Unshackled . Independent in my thoughts as they spill away  , Rebirthing myself twice a day. Luminosity. Shining In a world that manifest self-pity and hate it'll be a blessing to find a soul that can relate . Enraptured in the society we know as today some people will kill to get away . Words speak what the mouth can not say like the sun hovering over the sky on a rainy day . Create lines and gather thoughts to tell my story .... Free