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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