But now, like a fallen sparrow On a golden chain, I'm forever bound in shadow, A prisoner to my pain.

I'll never live to write all the stories I have in my head.

Looks to me like you've been making garbage for a while and dragging it with you. Now you need to get out of here, and that garbage is weighing you down.

Sometimes when things get hard, we tend to set our sights on what's hard, that difficult thing that keeps us upset, and we turn our back on our strengths.

the beast is the monster that destroys your dream

Can you become The hope I need? Can you help me be More than it is written in my future Or past? Is there another me to find?

With my writing, what I want to do is humanize the young people I write about.