By: Lizzie Reezay

I wrote this in 2012 in my Creative Writing class, my Senior year of high school.  It won an award in the Scholastics Art & Writing Competition and I used a prose version of it for my college applications.


 A screaming thought—

so loud that the only way to continue breathing

is to release it

onto paper. 


Curves and dashes

and lines of ink

form words

and sentences and paragraphs 

that blur into the notebook. 


  I freeze my thoughts,

listening to the creation:

A piece of my identity.

When someone reads it,

a piece of me is shared.


Giving and taking,

Inspiration is my lifeline.

Songs and novels and films and

people and experiences

feed that inspiration.


The tint of the sky

and the beat of the rain

and the way strangers walk

and street names,

and whispered conversations

feed that inspiration.


I run outside,

feel the pavement;

it’s rough

And it scrapes

against my bare feet.


I step in front of 

an open window, 

Close my eyes 

And imagine 

I’m somewhere else. 



My characters become

my friends and family. 

Their story lines, 

A different life. 



Held-back tears 

Spontaneous lies 

And unspoken words 

are emulated through them. 



It’s my second chance

My stage to perform 

The way I inspire

But I breathe 

through writing.



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