I....

I write
Across the page I slither
A broken arrow
Poking holes a deep desperation
To be heard
In the silence

I read
aloud
Every experience becomes
My own
You live through me
I survive in your tortured sentence
Your pain plagued words

I dream
Erratic emotions like
Wave torn oceans
Monsoons In the dark
Waiting
For the peace of the dawn

I am
Waiting
Dreaming
Writing
Reading
On the way
To living.


- BlooWriter