I'M a Writer

Frustrated. I’m trying to write but the words on my page just aren’t making it, It’s as if everything I’m trying to write just doesn’t fit, As if I’m trying to scream and expect someone to hear me inside of this bottomless pit. Would you look at that, now my words are flowing together and coming along, Behind my words is a writer that has conquered her battles that in turn have made her strong, Now she stands alone and sings to her own song. I’ve always said that I fight alone, This is because relying on people isn’t something that I usually condone, For you can think you know someone and actually turn out to be wrong, In a split of a second you could know someone and the next they’re gone. Welcome to life, An unavoidable and relentless fight, And for me the inescapable decision to fight or flight, And I won’t lie, Most of the time I choose flight. I choose flight because I can’t stand being in uncomfortable situations, That and when I choose flight it gives my anxiety a much needed vacation. Regardless of my anxiety I’ve chosen to be a fighter, And slowly but surely my world has gotten a little brighter, To think my battles are what have made me into a writer.