• rebelchild 77w


    When the colours of my mind
    Splash across the canvas of paper
    The ink tells stories more powerful
    Than empires, and greater.

    It’s an untangled mess
    Of love lost, of broken bonds
    Of beautiful places and distant homes
    All together, woven of the time beyond.

    My benevolence lies bare,
    Reaching to everyone I touch
    My hands are tied to better the world
    But the efforts are futile, tiresome.

    Hope is my four letter word
    Escaping the harsh reality that surrounds,
    The alphabet is my sword,
    It has strength, it has power.

    Writing is my escape.
    Writing is my peace.
    Writing is my paradise.