Stop.
Your pen hurts
My thirst
For vengeance,
Love,
Hate,
Wonder.
You say you know me,
Yet I bleed,
I crave,
I fear.
The crossroad
Is not mine.
Who told you
I had a choice
To rejoice
When my aches were thunder,
And my screams were mute?
I say,
Drop
your guard,
And let me in
To your world.
For I’m a hero
On a journey –
My Journey,
My dreams,
My fears,
My hopes,
My tears –
In your pen,
They live,
Or die,
Drown,
Or fly.
That’s my call,
To surrender,
To stand tall,
And wonder
who I am,
What I am,
Where I am,
And when this all
Will
Stop.

©JoannaAY

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