DEATH CAME KNOCKING AT MY DOOR

I have cried myself to sleep many nights curled in a fetal position.

My heart had been broken in a million different ways, however there is no one to help me pick up the pieces.

My mind was a world wind that wouldn’t stop.

Death came knocking at my door and I almost gave up.

Wait……

A storm raged in my mind every day for months but I couldn’t bow down to defeat.

I fought……

I took a pen in my hand and began to write.

I wrote to tell another person they were loved.

I wrote to make another laugh when they felt like crying.

I wrote with the hopes of inspiring the world.

I wrote to save my own life.

Ya see, death came knocking at my door and I didn’t open it.

I wrote…….

Much love,

Beautiful Black Cat

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Published by: BLACK MAMA CHRONICLES

I absolutely love putting it in writing! When I write I release a part of me that was hidden from the world. For years I would only write to help me navigate through this thing called life, however, writing has become my closest friend. I am a self-published author with a desire to help people know there is always HOPE. Hope for a better tomorrow, hope to live another day, and HOPE TO KNOW LIFE DOES GET BETTER. To my readers, I say "Live FREE and Die WELL" (Quote from the Rock in the movie Scorpion King~lol). Hope is always found in letting go.

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