A Community of Writers

I think I found a Home.

A community of writers. A community of literal fighters. Have I found heaven or a reason to continue. I still am recovering from my cuts and burns. My stomach churns when I think of what could have happened. Sin? No. Grin...now. I've found a reason to smile again. A lesbian. Feedback. Seeds that are planted in my early days. Not far from decay I stay up late tonight and write. Why? Cause I've found a home. Roamed for so long and listened to song after song, said prayer after prayer, read book after book. All I needed was to look around on writing.com. A community of writers. A community of literal fighters.