my words are my weapons, my thoughts, my insecurities, dreams, hopes, my life.  Sometimes writing is the ONLY way I can figure things out. I start to write and I am instantly calmed. At times I spend hour upon hour just rambling on and on in my journal. To be an outsider reading it it would look like fractions of stories and wouldn't make much sense, but to me it is truth, justice and my complete story. I have had a few poems published and my sister pushes for me to publish more, but I am so afraid of rejection that I haven't gotten that far. Thank god for my words, they are my sanity.

amyjo3 amyjo3
26-30, F
Mar 17, 2009