Escape

Poetry

A release for my thoughts

An escape for my brain

Its 12:01 am on Tuesday night

I can’t sleep

My brain is thumping against my skull

I have so much going on

Who can I talk to?

Everyone is asleep

I can talk to my paper

My black ink ballpoint pen sits in my favorite off-white painted mug next to my bed

Ideas start to flow from my head through my arms, out to my fingers and onto the paper

A sigh

A release of built up emotions

A way to let out everything I can and cannot say out loud

The voice inside my head tells me to keep everything a secrect

Who can you trust these days?

A paper and pen won’t spin the truth

What you write is what you see

There is no right or wrong

There is no up or down

A piece of paper has no impute

The paper listens, it helps me see what I am feeling

It shows me the answers to my problems

The solutions that lie in front of my eyes but are jumbled around in my brain

My brain is the pair of headphones you can’t untangle

One minute they are nicely folded, the next they are in a knot even the craftiest Boy Scout couldn’t recreate

My escape from my realty is my reality

Just the pen, paper and my thoughts

No judgment

My words spill onto to page, they create images and scenarios of my daily struggles

Relief

At least my thoughts are able to escape

The cord seems to untangle itself a little every time my thoughts appear on the page in front of me

I trust myself

I know myself

I am released from my pain

From my stress, for just a little while

Poems are my escape