Sometimes people hurt us and we regard them as monsters. We harbor hatred and anger for them because of all of the pain they have caused us. Yet something or someone caused them to be this way, so we should pity them instead and pray for their healing.

I wrote this poem as an expression of how lost I sometimes feel as a writer in this world. I am in my element when I am producing work and writing poetry, this is how I escape all the problems I am faced with in reality. It is my save haven and through poetry I am able to discover my true self in the alternative reality She creates for me. This is when I am at my most powerful, when I write I become the ‘Avatar’ version of me, can any of you fellow writers relate?