~ I Die A Little With Each Word~

I suffer with each word I write..
Like I am taking each jagged 
and broken piece of me
into my hands
and etching it onto the screen.

When will it stop hurting? 

When will I finally find peace?

© 2014 Stacy J French (Roosa) (All rights reserved)

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