Friday, May 9, 2025

First Letter

I wanted to be like you, at that time, in that moment

No one understood how deep this dream lived in me

So much so that, I had nowhere to pull it from

Every day I walked with a pen and a pad

Curating words to match a random flow

Ugliness lived in my reality

Removing every ounce of faith I had that this could be my life

I wish I had of known

That all I had to do was stop being afraid

Inspire myself through my writing,

Enter into a world of freedom

Sowing seeds of where I wanted to be

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