Feel the cold against your skin,

The want of something warm to burrow in,

Today wasn’t a good day, was it?

 

I know you want to hide,

I know you want to forget,

But will that help?

 

So get up little girl,

Grab your computer,

Don’t you know where this is going?

 

Type your words,

Tell your story,

Where will this character go?

 

This is your story,

You know this feeling,

Won’t you remember this?

 

You’re going to be fine,

This too shall pass…

 

But you’re going to have your writing forever.