A pen to stitch the wound

A soul crushed beneath the weight of life Wings heavy with burdens Beating frustrations within a cage of flesh With labored breath and nowhere to turn Life a gaping hole, spilling across time The blood seeping The pain surmounting Pressure building Explosion imminent A rocket on fire And just before your sight bleeds red You find a pen in hand Like a needle on the battlefield of life Writing to survive Writing to focus the energy exhausted Beating upon intangible bars While injustice prevails While you are wracked with the Inconceivable Inhumane Realities of life Writing Like panting to keep running Gives lift to the soul longing to fly Bleeds the poisons of a life postponed Pauses the imminent end Relieves the pressure Allows the room To breathe To live Writing to set free the insecurities The could have beens The should have beens The wishes The what ifs The wants The unfulfilled Writing to move on from the past To hurdle the heart ache To understand the present and look to the future Turning pain into possibility Anger into change Chaos into action Darkness Into a spark of light Despair to hope Hate to acceptance Pain to peace Love to creation Writing your way back to yourself To live Simply writing, To Survive