Like paper to a pen,
can you feel me?
While I lie here waiting for your penmanship to
While I rely on your every stroke, to embolden me with hope… You release me?
To an empty blank page, the unknown feels me with rage. Can you hear me!!!
I stand frozen within. Then my spirit apprehends . That’s the real me!
The energy inside of me, fills these pages undeniably. Am I going through an
apostasy?! Now I see Me!
I see me a new, and the words I never knew. I define me!
Naomi Tantrika❤️ Happy New Years !