Greener Pastures

Beneath the Ink

By September 10, 2019 No Comments

Day by day I penned every word, I felt numb as I have written countless words and it never made anything better.
I promised to be better, I had high expectation. I cringed my fist as I wailed on a high tune.
Who am I?
What am I doing on earth?
All hopes lost, no one understood me. Who is ready to listen? No one but my paper, which took in all the pain.
My phone beeped, I wondered why, out of curiosity I reached out and saw a mail, my paper was approved. My words finally brought me hope.


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