I am a writer.

A passion within,

Emotional release starts with paper and a pen.

My heart starts to flutter,

My knees are weak,

Just at the sight of a blank sheet.

How a spirit can feel

As her pen begins to glide,

There is no explaining the feelings inside.

Sadness, happiness, or just a notepad crowded with thoughts,

When my soul begins to write,

Reality is lost.

You ask why I write,

And what I tell you is true,

Writing is an exercise that keeps me from feeling blue.

It’s a release and a passion,

It keeps my spirit tough.

I never lose sight of things when life is getting rough.

A form of ink tears that come out of my pen,

Writing is a sort of therapy,

I will use again and again.