The greatest thing that ever happened to my writing is the disquiet in my head
And in my soul.
The raging storm which has made me cower,
Against this I have no power
And yet, these tribulations
Cause the ink of my pen to flow
Like the waterfalls of faraway lands
If I were happy, balanced and in control,
My writing would be banal, boring-
Uninspired
In my darkest hours and bleakest days
My writing has flourished
Beside my withering soul.
Sadness- I thank you
Anger- Please don’t leave me
Raging storm inside my head- Drench me.
For you flood my pages with the brightest words of my heart and soul.
Dec 21, 2017
Dec 21, 2017 at 9:01 AM UTC
The greatest thing that ever happened to my writing is the disquiet in my head
And in my soul.
The raging storm which has made me cower,
Against this I have no power
And yet, these tribulations
Cause the ink of my pen to flow
Like the waterfalls of faraway lands
If I were happy, balanced and in control,
My writing would be banal, boring-
Uninspired
In my darkest hours and bleakest days
My writing has flourished
Beside my withering soul.
Sadness- I thank you
Anger- Please don’t leave me
Raging storm inside my head- Drench me.
For you flood my pages with the brightest words of my heart and soul.