I knew not of writing
But I knew of my heart
I knew not of words
Capable of expressing my broken parts
I knew not the power of paper and pen
But they became essential for my escape
I knew not of writing
And the journey it would present
I knew not of those
Who lurked within my subconscious
I knew not of what I would give life
Though they broke free effortlessly
I knew not of writing
And the way it would come so easily
I knew not the art
But every word flowed like the sea
I knew not of breaking free
Yet here I am baring all for everyone to read
I knew not of writing
And how eventually it would save me
YOU ARE READING
Wonderment
ŞiirWhat runs through your mind as you wonder? Who passes by hoping to be heard? They have much to tell even if its only one word. Let your mind wonder and you will hear them. Make sure to listen carefully and until the very end. **~This is the world of...