Even Before She Writes

...she has a story to write, a story with no resemblance to what she has ever written before, a story of beautiful writing anew - a new song. with two broken hands, she cannot fly, so if she cannot fly, and sense she cannot fly, let her sing. cynical, right? wrong.. but let her words be, her writing, let it all resonate, let it reverberate, let it tell a story, a tall, long tale of truths, let it transcend, all pain and chilling nights, she embraced morning. through writing there is no mourning...