Writing

Writing
No one understands
The feeling of a pen
In my hand

It’s an outlet
Something to keep me sane
A way for me to express my joy
And let out all my pain

The simple motion
Of the pen moving slow
Back and forth, back and forth
The only comfort I know

My soul
Emerges then erupts
No matter how hard I try
I can’t write fast enough

It’s spilling
The thoughts swirling in my head
Wanting to be let out
Screaming to be said


So I write
Attempting to make sense
An answer to confusion
And why my fingers tense

Writing
My only saving grace
My secret heaven, my calming sea
My only happy place





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