The words stumble across the page.
Ideas dying to have the breath of life.
To be brought into the light and be made known.
To do good in a world gone corrupt.
They battle each other to get their creator's attention.
They scramble and tear across each other, rushing to the front lines.
Putting on their war paint, ready to be made real.
All clutching tightly to that hope of being seen.
About the Creator
Shelby Beckstead
Hello!! I'm just a simple girl who is fascinated with writing and all it's forms. I write in my spare time, and hope to be able to do it even more often. Thanks for all the support!!
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