Holding a pen is like holding on hope
leashes the provoking thoughts
A home for lost souls
A hideout for wandering folks

A place to pour your heart
Let it go, the misery of past
Say it or scream but don't be silent
Put it out, release it all at last

It's an ease for a mind, displease
I write for relief, it ends my anguish
A sight of tranquility and glee
A rhythm of pure divine mercy

Through words, I flee
My wings, no one can dare to seize
The power it grants, relieves my agony
It felt like a pretty fairy in Disney

Embracing escape, I pick up the pace
Capable of anything I chase
A never ending sight of solace
This freedom, an open gateway

I'm warrior at home
Vulnerability, fear and grief
They don't know, i suffer these
She's strong, is what they believe

Pain and anger, what my writing is
I screen in words, so they don't see
It Holds me, hugs me, comforts me
As Calming as a soft summer breeze

Writing keeps me in place
It helps, when my voice shakes
Like a caged bird, slips away
A lost bird, soaking the sky aimlessly

When life got cruel and hard
Summons the dark shadows of past
Demons appear as mirage
Eternal chaos tears you apart

A refuge for pain that last
A solace for dreams, broken apart
Writing is hope, support and light
Ignites the lost spark and guide

© ~FT
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