Where I Found My Freedom

I write.. Hoping to catch a glimpse of me that had been lost somewhere in the pages.. somewhere confined in the lines, between the vacant spaces.. are open cages where there were once blank faces.. I write.. To understand that I myself created the trap that I was once in.. And soon realized the notebook and the pen is where I discovered.. ..Freedom Mental wounds turn into spoken words.. as ugly stories into beautiful souls to inspire.. I write.. To find.. freedom..