I can feel it sitting there
In the deep, dark pit of me
My story…or maybe stories
Trying to claw themselves free.
I push them down and down
And still they struggle to get out
Free from the darkness
That has trapped them so long
They fight up and out
Into the light for the first time
A few wobbly steps later
They stand tall, breathe, and live.
Published by akervand
In addition to poetry, I'm also a screenwriter at the beginning of her career working on a number of scripts. Although, I often spend the time I should be writing focusing on my interests in cinematography and photography. The great hope is to work in the film and television industry in the future.
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