I choose to escape with stroke of the pen
put emotions to page to make them flee
welcome respite in a moment’s breadth
boon of my daily pursuit of verse

writing brings out the strongly felt
extracting my soul for all to see
this is what I’d like to remit
asking the muse to heal the inside

extracting the ill along with the best
former is sought as a blessed goal
the latter a bonus for kind readers
who witness relief of my distress

you may ask what is the catch
with enough poems I should be well
or at least purged of angst felt in the gut
if only this were how it would be

I may cast my pain to the wind
taken aloft on gust of the breeze
yet the next day I’m drawn to the same
an act of attrition that seems to repeat

the strongest emotions are kept within
lessened in moments by power of words
slivers removed by knife of a quill
dipping each day to cut once again

escape is not possible by stroke of the pen
when core of the passion is never quenched
by slow release instead of a gush
dribbling emotions to mark the day.

© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171106.