The story of my life

She sits alone near the park

Notebook in her lap

Pen in hand

Ignoring the jeers of passersby

Her emotions pouring

Out onto the paper

Much exactly like

The tears falling from her cheeks

They make marks on the paper

Making it harder and harder to read

But she can decipher it

And only she

She writes of sorrow,

Death, war, sadness, love, terror

And things of that nature

Things that her life is filled with

She works hard

Writing, and writing

Until finally,

Her name is known