The Lonely Life of a Writer

She dreamed great dreams.

To soar high in the sky, 

letting the wind blow away all those traumatizing moments in her life.

To kiss the children she always wanted to have, a kiss goodnight.

To save the innocent from the evildoers in the world.

But she could not. 

She was trapped.

At her desk, everyday she wrote.

Because that's all they believed she was capable of doing.

Nobody ever gave her a chance.

No chance to fly, no chance to love, no chance to save.

She was just to write.