write write stop,
some call it loss
some call it a writer's block
i call it a run from
seeing things so real
they terrify you

this one is not meant to rhyme
not meant to fit stanzas in lines
rather open up a filled black hole
with sorrows regret guilt of escape

this one is meant to show
its okay to not know
its okay to fall down
even if it happens
again and again
and you don't quite
know where to go
its okay not to know

as long as you get up
you want to learn
you try to grow
you know you want
to be a good person

the fight still lives in you
even if the light's been turned off
you can't quite see it anymore
its there, trust me its there
i believe in you

with all your flaws
your beautiful curves that don't fit
that don't match what they tell you
that fabulous uniqueness, oh my
it leaves you extraordinary

i believe in you
keep going.