As I stumble alone,

I help myself up.

With a pencil or pen

I write "don't give up".

It's my escape, my passion,

that's why I write. 

In the arena of Life,

my pen wins the fight. 

In twists of a maze,

words make me an exit.

Snow threatens to freeze,

paper leaves me protected. 

Heartbreak chews me up,

writing provides the stitches. 

I paint my own pictures,

dream my own wishes. 

I carve naked marble 

into my guardian angel 

the moment my pencil

hits paper on the table. 

Any trial or challenge

can be easily blown away

thanks to my friend Writing

that always saves the day.