The 11th Sign’s Mettle

Trapped inside the four walls anguish roaming the hollows of my mind. Though I tried to sleep on it but it embraced me in my slumber until the morning light. Sighing, I sat on my desk asking: How long will this take? So combing for answers, I looked at the vast, blank page. We reside in an empty canvas. We choose what to fill. But where shall I pick up the barebones of my sketches? Flipping through the pages, I exist in a different sphere, escaping from the blue and grey I can be anyone that my heart desires. The scent of paper calms my spirit, casting my dismay and fears aside. Feeding my soul, I feel the courage I have found my sanctuary and light.

Between fantasy and realism, I know I am alive. With wisdom, I feel found. and this, I must share.

Pouring everything from within, I let my emotions flow and I allow myself to feel. So, this is how it’s like?

Writing the final words, I become-As I hold my pen, I feel the power! This is my truth, my story my message to the world.

To cope is to survive, and surviving is more than living, life may be uncertain but with hope, I will endure.