The words in my head keep me laid down in bed

They are overbearing, I am always wary

My laptop, the shiny bright light

I press the keys and begin to write

My hands move without thought

I drain my brain, become less distraught

I can finally breathe

The thorns in my throat finally leave

I have started to fly

I make some music, my heart soars high

Poetry keeps me afloat

The little stanzas turn into a boat

Poetry keeps me alive

Taught me happiness comes from my vast archive

Poetry replaced the missing chemical in my brain

Poetry shows life doesn’t have to drain