A girl whom cried words

Before you open these pages,
know that they hold the weight of heavy things.

Some lines dance in rhythm and rhyme,
while others break apart,
refusing to fit neatly into boxes.

These pages are a quiet room,
a safe space to bleed ink.
It is a way for a soul who claims she cannot write,
to finally exhale the heavy words she could no longer hold inside.

Please tread softly.
Some of these words cut deep.
Some of these words may trigger old wounds.

Read with caution,
and take care of your heart as you read mine.