I write to release a part of me that no one else can see

It is my life, my feelings, my mental therapy

There when I need it

pen and paper ready

Though I never feel I need it when my life is going steady

It was there through the bumps, the side roads and spirals

It was my spiritual awakening, always viable

I never know if I'll ever need it again

But poetry is my companion, my pen and paper, and my friend