Inner Peace

Flustered, I sit overwhelmed and scared

There's voices in my head, and I don't know how they got there

I inhale desperatly through my nose, hoping that the pain will go

In all my agony, I glance over and see a pen

I start to remember back when I would write as a child about the colors I would dream and I would happily unstitch the seems of my reality

With tears in my eyes, I decide I will try to write down my feelings and hurt inside

A nostalgic feeling rushed over me, a strong feeling of pure release

From my heart to my hand and my hand to the pen

I have remembered how poetry cleanses me of my sins.