Written by: sasha martinez

Sitting there, in indian style
Arms crossed looking like im wearing my worries. As i stared at the fire place and back to these little pieces of paper. Untensil in my hand that has the power to eliminate my pain. As i see my troubles just written down in black ink i start to feel just a little bit lighter. Its time. Folded them up and together , flame lit on this lighter, and my heart beating out my chest. Trying to, hoping that, this will work. I see this flame racing across these papers as i join them together. As the world seemed to lift off of my shoulders, these tears just seemed to trace my face and erase these strings that were holdin me back and holding me down. Finally. Im free.