I am writing my wounds
for others’ to heal.
I am turning my pain into ink
so that your tears will find my words
too beautiful to erase.
I am acting like a madman
for you to see that you’re not alone.
I am crying when I’m writing
so that you won’t need to do so.
I am smiling when I’m writing
so you can do it too.
I sprinkle hope over my art
so you can feel it too.
I store melancholy,
nostalgia
and secrets
behind my dark letters,
so they won’t steal the light from you.
I am writing for you,
the one filled with rage,
pain,
sadness
and fear.
Let my words heal you.  


-May Colde