Broken Wings - Poetry {COMPLETED}

• i t i s h e r e •

She writes until her hand starts to cramp up, till she's dry and out of words to scribble on the page beneath her fingertips.

She writes until her grip on the pen is too tight; so tight that her words are a scrunched mess of lines and loops.

She writes till her page is damp and covered in stray tears.

Here, she writes until she has nothing left to spill; till her chest is no longer heavy and her breathing becomes steady.

And it is here, where she can finally "speak"