Smile, Laugh And Spread Joy,
Until You See The Window Of Your Tower
The World Beneath, The Life Out There
No Colour There That Is Absent In The Tower
But You See The Sky, The Birds, Your Brother
Jumping, Dancing, Playing In The Dirt
You Wonder Why You Alone
Spend Your Time Safe N Comfy In The Tower
No Birds, No Rain, No Strangers Reach You,
Until You Realize You Were Born
To Fly, To Soar And To Dream
You Can’t Fly, You Won’t Soar,
But You Do Dream, That You Fly
That You Spread Your Wings
Dreams Turn Nightmarish When You Wake Up
Your Wings Cut Down, But You Don’t Bleed.
Because You Won’t. Because You’re A Girl.
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Writing to me is therapy, it frightens and comforts at the same time. Liberates like nothing else. A book in my own name is a dream, but a bigger dream would be to write something that haunts the reader even after the last page is turned and the book is shut. I enjoy reading and music, spending time with family whilst battling my social awkwardness.