I can feel it sitting there In the deep, dark pit of me My story…or maybe stories Trying to claw themselves free. I push them down and down And still they struggle to get out Free from the darkness That has trapped them so long They fight up and out Into the light for the first time A few wobbly steps later They stand tall, breathe, and live. About the Author I’m a poet and screenwriter at the beginning of her career. Although, I often spend the time I should be writing playing around in my other interests of cinematography and photography. You can find more work on my website.