Breathless, she awoke.
Her heart beating as she started to feel alive again.
Curling her fingers around a pen, she started to write.
Voiceless, she spoke, louder than anyone trying to silence her.
Out of misery, she was given hope.
She said to herself.
I can only write what I know, and how I feel.

Writing is a passion of mine that I hope to share with other people.