Release

When speaking aloud seems to fail me; When the emotion has built up inside of me to the point where I cannot speak at all, How do I release all those surmounting syllables that I cannot seem to get out? Is there no one that understands? Can someone say it for me? Nobody can speak my mind but me. That's why I write: To let my thoughts go. They spill onto my page in a torrent of gray; Saving me when I feel my life is ruined. The words are there to make me laugh or let me cry. My poetry is my way of relaxing or fighting back. When I was first introduced to the art of poetry in preschool, It seemed just nonsense. Rhyming words just to be witty? What utter nonsense! Years later, I discovered there is more than one kind of poem. Some of them don't have to rhyme or be funny. I can write whatever I want to write. They are my words, and no one can stop them. Most of the time, people don't hear them, anyway. Poetry is a personal thing for me. It is my release from pain and stress. I need that release in my life. That's why I write.