Carly Bellerive

When words become too hard to speak for others to hear, to understand, I write my thoughts into a book to lessen the weight that drives my hand I write in that book which no one sees to comprehend and to record I write in that book that's hidden away because pen is mightier than sword I write in that book of golden gilt to shout at those I'd rather not I write in that book to calm my mind, to battle my demons 'till all have been fought I write in that book, my sanctuary, when inspiration seizes my dreams I write in that book, that savior of men, within which lie secrets and tortured screams When seeking salvation from torment and grief, that book provides comfort, insight and relief This is why poems endure through the ages To keep sane men sane Silent words on blank pages