Breaking Free

I need a pen and
A paper.

I need to write my wrongs.

Especially the ones I have left.

The pen is mightier than the sword
So let it stab my heart.

Make crimson blood from veins
It's ink.

Make paper it's world and let
Words

Walk, fly, run.

Let it heal me and you

As tears and rain drops from the two skies

On my head and above it.