Darkness I WriteA Poem by AmandaI struggle with chronic illnesses and pain. Writing poetry is my way of communicating. Poetry speaks for me.
Upon the night the poet writes,
within my darkened room under candlelight all is revealed. From my ink comes black and blue, with bruises from my passed I stain these walls. Memories never leave me, pain and suffering is like a shadow always following me. Writing is a release, a bandaid to help me heal. These emotional hills are a struggle to climb, but I grew bat wings so watch me fly.
© 2021 AmandaAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorAmandaBakersfield, CAAboutI am an autistic 40 year old woman. I live with a furry person named Ginger Beans, he's a cat. I am an artist and poet. I've been writing scenes I was very young. I also have been drawing. I run a blo.. more..Writing
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