Poetry and me

First there is me emotional at times,

endless thoughts run through my mind ,

and I often find myself lost in these thoughts

Is there anyway to escape or release them?

I wonder 

One day as I continued to wonder I stumbled upon this wonderful door thats

handle was coated in gold and on the front of the door a pencil in someones hand 

was displayed I opened the door all the way gathered my thoughts and 

entered and to this day I still haven't returned...