Writing is our refuge,
Where we tell the truth
Without being judged,
From the moment you hold the pen,
Your soul flies to the space,
You liberate your wounded soul,
You write about love..
And you feel it,
Without being forced to practice it realistically,
You write about your grief and sadness
A stranger would read your words
And share your grief.
Writing is our life,
Writing is our third lung to breath
Writing is our escape from our beloved people.
Writing is our friend when everyone leave us.