Temporary Sanity

I can write and speak my words so freely.

When I hit pencil to paper it just seems to free me;

Of the crazy shit that spins and wins my mind over.

These insane ups and downs that drown me.

Farther and farther I sink until I just disappear.

My mind is racing and facing a possible breakdown,

Then suddenly I'm facedown in my pillows;

Suffocating tears and muffling years of screaming,

I dream of not feeling this.

Then I remember the one thing that keeps part of me sane in an insane body.

This creative flow that most can only dream of,

The ability to connect and reflect on things so personal.

When my pen hits the paper, It's safe to assume I can do anything.

The monsters of crazy and sadness get mad cause' it's all haulted.

For the moment no battles or scars but the hard part; it's only temporary.

Unfortunately nothing lasts forever,

These demons are clever and will sneak back;

Back into a mind so torn into three,

It's impossible to see how it could ever be stopped;

But that pen and paper stop it.

And just for a moment sanity is sewn into the fabric of my being.

And just for a moment, I'm alive.

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