As she sat in her room,
Searching for a certain destruction,
So she would feel distant from the pain,
But the forces only got worse,
So she then looked at the mirror hoping she'd see a warrior,
In the mist of her hopes she noticed her inexistent smile
She then placed her hands on her face
Trying to feel the lost embrace,
Slowly letting go she felt the physical scars all over her back
The aching got worse causing her thoughts of self harm,
Trying to run away from herself
She reached her dining room window,
In the fear of her story's conclusion she opened the window,
Ignoring her emotions she begin eyesearching the empty roads,
Where she noticed a feather from a path untaken,
As the feather drew closer,
She realised it was home
And before she could close the window,
The innocence of this purely white feather entered her home,
Making its way to her messed up and opened shelves that she almost destroyed in her distress.
She followed the feather leaving behind her lonely footprints,
Her eyes so red from all the tears she shed,
With everything so blurry she battled to see the feather,
So she started rubbing her eyes until she gained sight,
She then realised something amusing,
The atmosphere of the moment had changed as the feather lay on her writing book which wrote "A feather is a free being,avoid the void."
That was her only piece of hope left.
She is a writer!

by: Belise Rene S.