Intricacies

She knew not where to go or what to do.
So she wrote her thoughts down.
With every stroke of her pen.
Her blood sweat and tears ran down to the paper. Etching, smearing it with her essence.
She called these writing, Intricacies.
Know not to express the difficulties of her thoughts and her soul
It's hollowness, it's brokenness
It's happiness, it's laughter.
It's ability to love and it ability to hate.
It's total complexity.
So she wrote her thoughts down
With every stroke of he pen
Her blood,sweat and tears ran down to the paper
Etching, smearing it with her essence
She called these writings,
Intricacies
The complications of poetry, that spoke her truth.