I am a writer.
A passion within,
Emotional release starts with paper and a pen.
My heart starts to flutter,
My knees are weak,
Just at the sight of a blank sheet.
How a spirit can feel
As her pen begins to glide,
There is no explaining the feelings inside.
Sadness, happiness, or just a notepad crowded with thoughts,
When my soul begins to write,
Reality is lost.
You ask why I write,
And what I tell you is true,
Writing is an exercise that keeps me from feeling blue.
It’s a release and a passion,
It keeps my spirit tough.
I never lose sight of things when life is getting rough.
A form of ink tears that come out of my pen,
Writing is a sort of therapy,
I will use again and again.