Only in my writing,
will you see all of me.
What I love, fear, need, and want.
It’s where I’m safe and feel free.

Only in my writing,
am I completely open.
My vulnerabilities are exposed,
A soul tired and broken.

Only in my writing,
am I see through.
My emotional and mental diary;
of all the things you wish you knew.

There in my writing,
In the typed words and the meaning they carry;
the flow between the lines…
it’s where I’m hiding.
Only in my writing,
do I find sanctuary.

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