Writing is Freedom

Everyday I keep my mouth shut For I cannot say my opinion without being pierced with words or having my possessions taken from me I cannot talk back cannot speak my mind cannot use my voice to persuade When I take that pen When I write on that white sheet All my troubles go away They flow out of me Like ants avoiding spray Like demons avoiding something so holy, so pure that they cannot get too close or they will vanish Finally All that I kept inside is now on the paper in my own way I have said what I've needed and I am now free Writing is freedom