Tired

Elle F.

  • This poem captures the feelings I had during the first few weeks of Junior year. I felt incredibly alone, lost, and, like the poem states, tired. I started this piece in my car one October morning -- scribbling a few words -- to then have completed it nearly a month later. Writing is my outlet, my refuge; only the scraps of notebook paper know the truth.

  • Creativity, to me, means freedom. I use artwork, specifically writing, to help me understand my emotions and process them. It is a freeing feeling when I'm writing down what I can't formulate into words.

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