Writing became a window into my calling
An escape from our infamous, unaccepting society
Time began to run slower and everything seemed to be falling
Apart, a foreign word carved deep inside my tormented heart
I stood, stock-still and stale
Hoping that someday I’d have the courage to countervail
The suffocation from the unwanted persuasion
Please stop my illusive thoughts through dissuasion
Because others failed to pay any attention
Not knowing how it felt to be in my position
But day by day, weeks within weeks
Withered memories began to vanish
Freeing me from all these madness
And I took all the uncertain chances
Even if I continued to live my life plan-less
Because I felt contented to finally praise my finished canva
– Dana Mavilla
