Rose colored glasses blind her eyes.
Everything around her is glorified.
All that she felt was pen to paper,
simple enough without any danger.

Daddy watched her grow but kept her caged.
Standards set high then grew her rage.
Time was of matter ticking like a bomb
but this was the nature, nothing was wrong.

Pen to paper she screamed and cried
then shiny cold metal drew her eyes.
inch by inch she left her mark,
within her moment a fire flared from a spark.

Deep in the pits from all that you know,
her love for herself burst and glowed.
My name is Me and I have found Myself,
I will tell my story and put books to shelf.

Pen to paper day after day
morning night fog or rain
tears and joy fill my page
Open doors welcome in.