Ode to My Fellow Writers
by Jubilee Sung, 14
She sat down to face the whiteness of a blank page
Her heart wild with words she wanted to say
Pouring out her heart’s blood
She wrung it dry
Illuminated by blessings from the sky
She was just a mortal clawing feverishly at her brain
To try to say something that hadn’t been said again
In her heart was a new land buried within
Crawling in the veins beneath her skin
The moon smiled fondly but she didn’t notice
She was deep within her mind’s lotus
She spilled her spirit onto the sheets
In hopes others would hear its beats
She wanted others to know they were not alone
She wanted people to feel they were known
