Words
Writing words have played a role
A pivotal role in my life when times were dark and cold
How it came into my life? Shit, I may never know, but what I do know is that it soothes my soul.
From writing to reading, it prevents me from weeping.
So I embrace it and write away my feelings as I anguish
The pain that I'm going through questioning "what should I do?"
I've tried just about everything!
What's next on the remedy list to do?
Before I knew it, I was writing it
And as I wrote, I felt this sensation
This sensation that I've never felt before so I began to question
How and why?
How long have I been bliss and blind?
Has it gotten to the point where the cure was literally right before my eyes, While yet I failed to recognize?
It was unreal and insane
But I didn't let it get away
See I took it in with open arms and learned how to use it in many ways
To the point where it became a gateway to escape this terrible fray known as pain.
See writing has become my best friend
And the paper goes through the same pain I do
By feeling the bloody, angry words seep from the sharp pen.