The words that are hard for me to speak
I write it out through this ink
On paper they flow with ease
As feelings and thoughts release

I stumble and fumble with my tongue
But the pen in my hand is never wrong
It tells the story of my heart
And the struggles that tear me apart

I pour out my soul on each page
A release from the world's cruel cage
The words that I cannot speak
Are written out, my soul to keep

This ink gives my voice wings
And the freedom to say anything
The words that are buried within
Find their way out with every pen stroke and spin

So let the ink run wild and free
As I share my innermost thoughts with thee
For the words that are hard for me to speak
Are beautifully written out in ink.
© Ariella Adams