Like paper to a pen,
can you feel me?

While I lie here waiting for your penmanship to
Complete me?

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 !


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