Broken
Uncertain
Scared
Listening
to the voices
in my head
But they’re not mine
and although
they don’t matter
They matter
I love it
I hate it
It soothes me
It tortures me
I can’t live without it
Writing is like
broken glass
Dark
with sharp edges
Until the light shines through
proving there is hope
even in the darkest moments
It whispers in your ear
I am yours
and you are mine
Stop fighting it
Silence the noise
Quiet the critic
Breathe 123
and write!
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