The Hook .
I wasnít born with stains of pain that cut deeper than a blade these are invisible wounds but I know exactly where they are . Self love confidence and just a gasp of breath that I slightly care . Itís a sin when I know so many others are fighting for air .I was bequeathed them when I was too young to speak or have the capacity to understand . The hook though was well and truly took you know when you read the first pages of a good book .Your sunk in the thick of it all and the words entrance and beguile you canít put that book down . Thatís how a five year old grows way to old and tired to their bones and with eyes that donít cry for anything anymore and feelings are overwhelming for the numerical number they are bestowed . Years go by and you know that hook in that first book you wonder now was it factual or fiction. ? . All you know hands on heart is the pain feels real .