My Therapy

Sitting, Thinking, Brainstorming. What will I write today? Write to make me happy, or ease my hidden pain away? I'll just begin to write whatever comes to mind. Never think about the words that I'm writing and never paying attention to time. If my pen was taken away, I would find another way to write. Doesn't matter what canvas I choose, I won't go down without a fight. The paper is my therapist, writing is my therapy. No matter who doesn't want to hear, I know it will listen to me. Writing takes me into another world, and makes me feel better. The sunshine to my cloudy days, it can change the worst weather. Words CAN explain the way I feel, seems like it's the only way. No matter who abandons me, my words are here to stay.