I often forget why it is
That I write.
It's not for potential fame
Nor to prove my "talent"
I believe I write
To release unwanted thought
and bid farewell to
Emotion.
It's wondrous.
How the ink of my pen
turns into that of an endless
River.
The words flow
onto the page.
My sorrow pouring out
With them.
As my magic river slows,
drowning and washing away the
Pain, I let in
Happiness and clarity.
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 2:56 AM UTC
I often forget why it is
That I write.
It's not for potential fame
Nor to prove my "talent"
I believe I write
To release unwanted thought
and bid farewell to
Emotion.
It's wondrous.
How the ink of my pen
turns into that of an endless
River.
The words flow
onto the page.
My sorrow pouring out
With them.
As my magic river slows,
drowning and washing away the
Pain, I let in
Happiness and clarity.
