A teacher once told us
that we create our world
Each chapter and character
constructed
through ink, blood, and sweat
A teacher once told us
our ending
isn’t an ending
until those days of rue
when we see the light,
ever so bright,
guiding us home
again
Here I hold this pen and pave
a path through sleepless nights
and sorrowful days
I write my way out of the darkness,
write my way out of grief,
and into
something
new
A sudden
nothing
turned into
something
that someday I’ll share with you
I am the penned warrior
my words sharpened like weapons
I am the penned warrior
running away from a world of my creation
I rewrite the past time and time again
because I fear the future
A teacher once told us
that everyday we’re learning
Each day would be
different,
nothing stays the same
A teacher once told us
we should not fear failure
If not for mistakes,
the L’s we take,
are we even human?
Here I’ve tried every day,
but those days always
feel the same
But I’ll climb past the mountain,
that shrouded me in darkness,
and into
something
new
A sudden
nothing
turned into
something
that someday I’ll
smile onto
I am the penned warrior
my wounds are faded ink stains
I am the penned warrior
writing a way out of a black and white prison
I’ve escaped time and time again
but they always seem to find me
I was told that our ending
isn’t an ending
until those days of rue
when we see the light
ever so bright
guiding us home
again
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