Day One

Finally the voice of opening an account won
Why? You'd ask
Everyday I sit in front of my monitor
I am bleeding
I am hiding
I am running
I found my solace when I key in this words that smile back
I finally found my hiding place
I finally found a home for my words
I am finally free
Who will tell my grands of freedom
I will tell them
Today 
When you are running and hiding
A pen and a paper is your solace
A stranger who does not judge

So when you see me typing across the desk
You will not see my red stained tears
But each letter is a tear
Let me wash my heart from all that pain 
the pain that has cooked in there for quite a long time now
Let these words wash those walls clean

See we are three of us
Left behind really with nothing
Left to figure out life in our own terms
Left to survive

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