The words flow from my head into the pen.
What my mouth cannot convey, the newly covered paper can.
Emotions and feelings fuel what I write.
I know someone, somewhere can identify with the words I put down.
This, this is my escape.
The darkness, anger, hurt, they all go away once written.
Just letting out how I feel.
It is what I needed, what I have craved for so, so long.
It doesn't matter the audience,
whether one person or one hundred people read, I will be happy.
It isn't about the fame or glory.
It is about allowing feelings and ideas and thoughts to be expressed,
To be expressed in a new way.
A way special to me, but also special to hundreds out there.
Poetry, that is what I needed.
My thoughts have flown through the pen, to the paper,
And now I am done.