This one is brand-freaking-new. I wrote it on the way home on the streetcar today from a doctor’s appt. I’ve been diagnosed with VCD, so I’ll start speech therapy after Thanksgiving. I have my inhalers for my asthma to keep me going for now. I went for something positive-ish with this one, as hard as it is with the stress. If you’re enjoying my writings and would like to help out, the GFM and the PP links in the sidebar are active and able to take any donations to keep me and my cats housed for this month.
Dreamer Wishing upon stars She can't see. Living in a world of grey and black. No one to hear her Cries. Nowhere to fit in While standing Out. "Be yourself." She is told. "But only if you fit in this box." She is either invisible Or needed for their Convenience. She craves her own Life where she is seen. Respected for WHO She is. Not what They Want her to Be. The marionette is stronger now. She grabs the scissors from the Table. The strings are cut. The Dreamer is Free.