your story matters.
i know you don't believe me,
but i need you to have some faith.
i know you don't trust yourself
so trust me...
just until you've found your wings
or maybe a voice.
i know you don't think you're gonna make it,
but somewhere below the hastily threaded stitches
and angry scarlet letters,
we both know that was never the reason.
why do you suffer???
i know you don't see the point
but two months ago you were okay with the blind spot
so what changed, little dove?
i know you don't have the energy
or the will
or the creativity
or the motivation
or the time
or the brainpower
or the the the—
i know you don't want to admit it
but you're full of
excuses distractions self-loathing.
tumblr—stupid writing memes
instagram—girls who are better in all the right ways
twitter—hate comments of self-destroying vulgarity
facebook—follow, like, share, comment, repeat
"it's brand building..." you whisper.
"it's decimating," i scream.
"mocking your disorganization
and defeating you with a grin."
i know you don't think it could be this simple.
you couldn't possibly sit down, ink quill in hand
i know you don't believe me
but it's time to take off satan's headphones.
don't let him reverberate inside your pretty little mind
for another second.
you are far too precious.
i know you don't trust yourself.
but that's because you've let him steal the pages.
i know you don't think you're gonna make it
but deep down we both know
we've let him spill bloody, crusty ink
over God's masterful calligraphy.