For the little girl in the vacant room
Location
It all started in a dark and vacant room,
nothing in the room but some needles and a broom.
As I search my thoughts of a way to escape,
I looked down at what seemed to be fate,
A pen and a pad.
No need to erase.
As my feelings told me one thing,
my mind yelled another.
My feelings screamed "end your life!",
while the pen and pad hollered another;
"EXPRESS YOURSELF, EXPRESS YOURSELF!"
That's what I shall do.
"EXPRESS YOURSELF, EXPRESS YOURSELF!"
Hmmmm! Well maybe a statement or two.
As I began writting I felt liberated and free.
Not a care in the world just my thoughts and me.
All my insecurites, my doubts, worries and wounds.
My loved ones, my friends and the hurting ones too.
This Is why I write!
For the ones with no hope.
This is why I write!
For the cold, lonely, broken souls.
This is why I write!
For the silenced and deceased.
This is why I write !
For those ones in disbelief.
I write to express, not impress.
I write to lift up, not condem!
I write because I was told I wouldnt make it.
I write because I was told poetry was for the "Basics".
I write to show that poetry is more than just rhymes.
I write to send a message;
Speak out and arise a cause.
I write because at one point just like that little girl in the room,
I had no out.
I used to slice away the pain,
cut by cut , until I was numb to the pain.
But ever since I've met this thing called "Poetry" life isn't quite the same.
So no matter the state I may be in,
I will continue to write!
No matter if I'm left broken, hopeless, faceless, and voiceless.
I will continue to write!
I will write for those who need to be freed.
So this one's for the little girl stuck in that dark and vacant room,
With nothing but some needles and a broom.
Look up child, this one is for you.
You are more than all the hate that tries to consume you.
Just run to the pen and paper,
where you might find fate.
And Express yourself child ! Express yourself!
This is why I write !