My Escape
When I write,
I sit in silence.
The words come from my heart,
Not my mind.
My hair hangs freely,
Letting my words loose.
My pen flows effortlessly,
Never stopping.
Writing is my escape,
A place where I am free.
No one can harm me,
As long as my pen keeps moving.
~Raiyne B.
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