A Pen for Freedom

April 3, 2016

Stuck

trapped

Sand invading my every pore

HOME

I want to go HOME

What is home?

Home is the memories

But if you fall

They fall with you.

The pen is my chance

To not be alone

Becuase when I fall

My ink will still stand

And one day, what I have to say

Might not be washed into the sea.

Along with me.

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