Sitting in the window searching for release,
Looking through the molten glass of time to come at ease...

Staring at the fog beyond the wooded green,
Waiting for a shadowy mist no one has ever seen...

The thoughts come flooding in my skull, too much for me to bear,
I sit down at my journal writing down the words up there...

I continue writing til my hand is quivering with pain,
The words I've written are the words that keep me rightly sane...

I stop and sit and read my poem before I share with you,
My words are all I have to give and hope that they will do!