When you are caught

Underneath the bell jar,

            Or feel the pain

            Behind every scar,

The escape is cleverly hidden

Within the creation of your own words.

 

When you are up late

Because your mind won’t rest,

            Or feel the pain

            Deep within your chest,

                        The escape is in pen and pencil

                        To keep you moving onwards.

 

When no one will listen,

And your voice is ignored,

            There is a solution,

            One rarely explored.

                        Put words to your feelings.

                        Make yourself be heard.

 

To write is to express,

To express is to have a voice.

            This solution is simple,

            It should be your first choice.

                        Pour your soul into writing.

                         All fine lines will become blurred.