Painted Upon a Page
Painted Upon a Page my unspoken words sit.
Sour and horrid are their meanings... deeper than I would like to admit.
I began creating these broken stories once I entered the hallowed halls of the building where I was meant to earn an education
Instead, I earned depression and enemies.
So here as I began to struggle with the conflict and bitterness life seemed to push my way...
I started to tear into a page what my feelings tore into my mind
Sometimes breathless.
Sometimes soaring.
Sometimes numb.
No matter how I felt, these words that seemed to glide onto the page lifted away whatever strife was left in me.
And this is why I never quit.
My unspoken words shout out more than the ones escaping my lips.
My pen is mightier than any sword.
And Painted Upon a Page are my words, gilded with the beauty of my mind.
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