literature

I sit with pen and paper
As I close my eyes to see
I take a breath from deep within
These words chase after me..
 
Searching through the chapters
some patterns start to show
moments where I held my breath  
then ones I let it go..
 
Delusions warp the bookshelf  
From the swell of tears I’ve cried
This book I’ve placed upon it
Has now begun to thrive..
 
This book has lost some pages  
By tattered spine they fall  
From black and white to color
My light shines bright for all..
 
No longer am I words
bled into a page
For now,  
I am the writer  
these words I speak are saved..
 
Corrections of my grammar
is all that some can see
for if you are the other ones
these words might set you free.

Tiffany 10.14.2022