My refuge
My sweet rhythm of Sunday Blues
Words flow out of me like a river of crystals
Shiny, yet defined and really brilliant
Poetry is my refuge
An outlet for any and everything going on
The only way I can truly express what I'm feeling without rambling on
Its my refuge
A safe haven for me to vent
My fingers are the therapist and they give me advice as to not contain the emotions I feel inside
That's why I write