She Finds Herself

She finds herself within the markings of graphite between the thin

blue lines on a sheet of paper 

Her words giving her strength like the cedar wood of her pencil 

Regaining freedom throughout the spilling of unsaid words flying

through her head 

There...with her pencil and paper...she reaches out to grasp the world

she so dearly longs for 

The voices echoing beneath her 

Strangers fighting to keep her down, to keep her in their control 

"You won't get far" 

"You can't do it" 

"It's only a hobby" 

"There's better things to do" 

"Do this instead.."

"No one will read it " 

She stripped herself of society, and all it's beliefs dying to devour her

Naked in her truth and pure natural in her existence...

she held onto her passion 

her spirit and wings 

She is the graphite

the page

and the soul of all her words