DEATH CAME KNOCKING AT MY DOOR

I have cried myself to sleep many nights curled in a fetal position.

My heart had been broken in a million different ways, however there is no one to help me pick up the pieces.

My mind was a world wind that wouldn’t stop.

Death came knocking at my door and I almost gave up.

Wait……

A storm raged in my mind every day for months but I couldn’t bow down to defeat.

I fought……

I took a pen in my hand and began to write.

I wrote to tell another person they were loved.

I wrote to make another laugh when they felt like crying.

I wrote with the hopes of inspiring the world.

I wrote to save my own life.

Ya see, death came knocking at my door and I didn’t open it.

I wrote…….

Much love,

Beautiful Black Cat

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