She wanted an escape from reality,
Freedom was what she craved the most, To be free she learnt to be strong, to fight, To keep her truths to herself, Her own vortex she called it,
She saw the world for how cruel it was, Some might say has not seen it all, Yet she was sure she had seen enough,
Some days she did not see the point in living, But deep within she had this nagging feeling, She had a calling she had not gotten to fulfilling, With so much at stake she had no room for mistakes, Yet one thing was certain, she was going to gain her freed
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Her Perspective
PoetryShe didn't have the voice to speak the words. So she wrote them down with a pen and paper. It's her perspective, her story in short poems.
