Disengaged
A pencil and a paper, and she begins to write. No ones going to tell her if its wrong or right.
Every little notion and every tear shes shed. Stacks up in the corner and often goes unread.
Written declarations, confession of her sins. The page it fills up quickly and another one begins.
All her raw emotions stand up on the page. And what a great relief for her to finally disengage..
Charlotte 2019
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Copyright © Charlotte Mora | Year Posted 2019
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