The world she creates

Tap tap tap 
On her phone outside 
Amongst the plumes of smoke
She sits and writes 
Her soul laid bare 
For all to see
To get it all out
Fades the anxiety 
The sharp tones of dispair 
That sit in the pit of her stomach
Like a jagged rock
To which she must pay homage
Though to reveal her soul
Is to provide her vulnerability 
Trusting those who see
Not to judge too harshly
For emotions are a complex thing
And to remove them takes time
So let her remove them gently
With each of the clocks chime
Is a step closer
Her pen is her sword and sheild
In time she will be OK 
In time she will believe 
That her words are worth it
And every character of ink
Is worth its weight in gold 
For this is how she thinks 
Her words are her essence 
What will linger after death
Her words remain timeless 
After the last breath
And after each poem she writes
She breaths a sigh of relief 
Shaving off some of her armour 
Giving blessed release
To the weight she carries daily
To the struggle she tries 
So hard to put behind a wall
Hide from others eyes 

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