What It Brings
To unleash the pain that chains me.
Where not even in the rain it reveals
me. It brings forth a comfort zone.
Even when I am alone. It's an
unspeakable freedom. When in
writing it becomes my kingdom.
So the thunder of my voice may
speak for those who have silenced.
For they may have witnessed hardship
or violence. Or they themselves may have
been apart of those nigthmares. Which
brings them to the point of scare.
It brings my life sanity to this insanity of
a humanity. I write because it keeps me
breathing and gives my life a meaning. I write
because it brings me peace and not in a million
years will I ever think it cease.
