Painfully shy, an introvert, without many friends

A child of divorce, found salvation with a pen

Black and blue world, smudged ink on her hands

Wrote herself a ticket to faraway dreamlands

Like adventerous Alice, in a world of her own

She no longer withered at the thought of being alone

She grew rich with friends with good vibrations

Inanimate objects given life through personification

Writing can be dangerous, making evils immortal

But she used her words to construct an escape portal

She fought darkness with light, the pen her sword

She shared her truth and meant every word

With every careful stroke that the pen was bleeding

The girl was stitching wounds and creatively healing