Writing

   Writing opens up my mind,
A part of me, it helps me find.

When I am there, I do not care
'Bout who what when or even where.

I meet a phase of many days
During which, my pen is crazed,

And captures all my heart is feeling,
This writing phase begins the healing

Of all my fractured, lonely dreams;
It takes away the frightened screams

Which live in my demented mind,
This is the part that writing finds.

by J. O., Fairhaven, MA