Swimming

When drowning in pain the only solution is to swim upwards towards the glimmer of light and the noises above.

This is me swimming for that deep breath of fresh air.

I'll let you know when I get there.

Writer

 All I said was "I think I'm meant to be a writer.' 

And the tears just started falling. 

I cried like a mother whose heart is breaking because her son told her he's going to go off and be an artist. 

Crying as all my fears and wishes have disappeared with a single thought. 

I'm terrible at writing so I'm not sure why I want to do it so badly. 

Maybe because it feels easy to let words tumble from my head down my arms and through my fingers and onto the page. 

I like it when ink gets smeared on the back of my hand and stays there for days like a battle scar. 

I want people to know what's inside of me. 

The mountains upon mountains of words. 

The ideas strung together from the bushes and trees and rocks all piled together. 

I can't keep my mouth shut. 

Even If I do the words still find a way out through all those little cracks. 

How could I possibly not? 

She said,

"I am not here to judge you, only to molest you

Strip you of your dignity

Crack open your chest and let your vitality spill on the floor

I am the curtain and there is nothing but a man behind me

I emptied myself out before anyone else could" - She said