Someone once asked why do you write?, I replied to express my feelings

It feels right my pen bleeds out my hand hurt from the pain

The pain of rejection, fears and betrayal my body is now frail.

Writing is my medication which eases the pain, I love to sit out in the rain and write away my feelings all my tension is relieved once again my soul feens, once again for a pen and paper the vapor of the pen, the scribble sounds of me writing sounds like an airport runway

My thoughts just take off and land on the paper, I write because writing out all my feelings is therapy for me, my problems no longer matters when I’m in my own zone writing.

I get lost in a sea of thoughts I pour out on paper, I get lost in my words fall in my thoughts, trip on my doubts rise from my sprit this is why I write