- Victoria Monet
Why I Write #1
I write to survive
Porcelain plates hitting tile floors
And screams so loud
You can’t drown them out
With earphones
I write to hide
A little lamp inside
My bedroom fort,
A hobbit hole
Draped with sheets and blankets,
Spring breeze bustling through,
A sunshine kiss on my cheek,
Bare feet strolling through soft grass
I write to defy
Shadows lurking behind,
Turn around
Give them the middle finger
Watch them run and hide
When the tip of my pen
Touches the paper
I write to come alive
From my restless heart searching
For something, someone,
Somewhere my face feels spring
And I can’t hear their screams
And I don’t have to check behind my shoulder
I just walk
with bare feet
in the soft grass
a sunshine kiss on my cheek
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