Letting Out Steam

Through writing I can allow my words to come out freely,

the walls that shut me in can come down.

I feel the pressure leaving,

like a screeching teapot 

taken off the flame. 

I see what I write,

not the other way around. 

My oh-so linear thinking, the logic that drives me, steps aside. 

And all I have to do is feel. 

No one asks more of me. 

Nothing. 

Nowhere else I need to be. 

Just me. 

 

 

 

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