What It Brings

To unleash the pain that chains me.

Where not even in the rain it reveals

me. It brings forth a comfort zone.

Even when I am alone. It's an 

unspeakable freedom. When in 

writing it becomes my kingdom.

So the thunder of my voice may 

speak for those who have silenced.

For they may have witnessed hardship

or violence. Or they themselves may have 

been apart of those nigthmares. Which

brings them to the point of scare.

It brings my life sanity to this insanity of

a humanity. I write because it keeps me

breathing and gives my life a meaning. I write 

because it brings me peace and not in a million

years will I ever think it cease.