What writing is for

Opening the many chambers of my mind Seeking places I cant seek with friends in mind Diving deep to seek who I really am To study myself and find a plan Releasing the ressure is something too sweet To write emotional progress daily on a new sheet Opening doors discovering feelings The day I traveled held so much in side with its dealings Gasping for iar always breathing heavy My chest is released when I wirte things treading Treading into new uncharted territory Mapping a way for myself to tell my story Unlocking past incidents Smiling on moments good or bad when I reminisce Good to dwell on my journey To become a wiser man in the world never hurting Society as a whole especially those close Always trying to be a shining example to my bros Its tough to put pen to paper every moment Not every second shines like the ones that show it It being your heart finally pumping The moment you realize you're breathing in something Your soul starts to bive out to you existence You realize someone worth fighting for is close by sitting Noticing for the 1st time in your life that you're living That this is a real moment in life that you're living Expressing your inner most secrets Best friends never know what the pen writes in neatness The power the pen houses is a cooling oasis Not a paradise some moments written are dangerous What I feel is for me alone Unless unleashed to smoeone I want to hold This is more than writing Predictions come true when pursuing things insighting More than the sound of pen scratching paper Its the depth of my reality coming to light as a maker Of all things creating who I am Swirling in my hand to create a world for a man A young man who has long life ahead Not trying to lose years to thoughs in my head So the paper is my release To get back to action and running in the streets I came to understand the purpose that was holding me I saw it all when writing in my poetry