Ink Stained Soul…

For me it’s ripping apart my soul and barring it for all to see.
Knowing this is the only way I can let myself feel the abyss of emotions that the world has took from me.
Giving myself a voice, a way to speak.
Realizing through my art, I’m not what people perceive me to be, weak.
I am all encompassing depths that demands authenticity.
I am beautifully woven by threads of divinity.