I grab my pen and began to bleed my thoughts on paper
Exposing the scars of yesterday.
Painful memories flashing about
Revealing brokenness, shame and guilt.
these mirrors in my head
Reflecting yesterday anguish.
Anger flares burning the paper with words
the apologies that I may never hear and the relationships
that may never mend, my only hope is
to bleed and bleed my thoughts on papers.
I no longer want to carry the weight of pain
I no longer want to be a victim.
This pen in my hand is strong enough to express my sorrow
The piece of paper is not afraid of my past neither does it judge.
I know the world will never understand why
I’m willing to bleed my thoughts to death on a piece of paper
But I want to live my best life, and If I keep my past
A prisoner I will never have the freedom to live and become
my greatest self. .
Words by Micheline Jean Louis