Let Me Write My Way Out of This

Tara Heavey
1 min readNov 24, 2018
Photo by Emina Rupp on Unsplash

Let me write my way out of this.

Out of this city of devastating blows,

When there is nowhere else

To go

But the pure, blank page.

The last refuge,

Like the church of old,

A sacred place, where you dwell in protection,

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