Pen Therapy
Fingers to type,
Typing to composing,
Composing a masterpiece to
Master peace within one's self.
I call this pen therapy,
where the words flow
as they take care of me.
Slave to the pen.
Hoping to forget my sins
As my world seems alright
I pretend.
As I'm writing these words
the letters appear effortlessly,
Combining and intertwining
Creating vines of sentences
Sprouting into a poem or spoken word
with soft music wasing the creation process
Expressing my deepest thoughts.
Soaking together in a notebook I call
My Rehabliation Center.
Words-on-words,
See-them-grow;
Words-on-words
See-them-grow
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