When they tell you this
Tragedy that’s made a home in your bones
filled up your body.is not worth our time,
pick up your pen and show them every way they are wrong.
Scream it out for every other Women desperate to not be Alone in this.
When they force you to believe this
Pain is not Universal,tell them they are Wrong.
When they whisper to you
in the dead of the night,
you are just another Plath.
until she haunts every one of your poems
tell them you are the one writing your Own Story,
not them.You will never be a Plath or a Woolf
You will be a You Completely new…❤️