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.

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