I think writing would go smoother,
if I just sat down at the computer,
and bled, but my heart
not ready to break and fall apart.
I guess I need to get ready to bleed,
take everything I wish to hide and write,
on the page the red stain lead,
taking every secret I hold tight.
To be strong and courageous,
and let my heart remember its beats,
broken or not, its adventurous,
and letting go emotional might be sweet.
At least, let go on the page,
and then I might live like the writers braves.
By Annie Laurie Gray
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