Let me pour out the cries of my heart.
Let me write down the tears I hold in.
Let me cry out with paper and pen.
Let me release the millions of words I restrain!
May I release my pain?
I do not know how to speak; sometimes it’s harder to think.
That’s why I am addicted to processed paper and ink.
It’s difficult to express, to let go of my stress.
Let the ink of my pen be the tears I cry
Let the words I write down be the emotions I hide
Let me write let me speak with paper and ink
It’s my blessing my curse, one of the treasures I purse.
With my pen I think
With my pen I sing
In writing I dance
In writing I dream.
So, Let me dream, let me sing, Let me write let me be!
For in writing I am and through writing I see this Star, this Naomi, this Prudent, this ME.