The Times of Escape

There is so much I could write about.

The time my dad read his poems

And the times he wrote them to my mom

The times I wrote them for school

And hated every minute

The times I was curled into a ball

And wrote to expel the personal demons of my life

The times I was laughing for joy

And the words rushed onto the page to express it

The times I wanted to express myself

And then no one listened

The times I cried onto paper

And the tears became words

The times I wrote because a teacher inspired me

And I finally learned my worth as a writer

The times I thought my world was ending

And begged for the right words to explain the pain

The time my teacher taught me that words, pure words,

Had to slam onto the paper like a falling textbook

All of these times have made me wish to be a writer,

All of them have caused me to write,

All, taught me to embrace writing as the ultimate escape for the joy and from the pain.