I’ll write my concerns
Down it goes,
On the perfect crisp white
In between the lines
Can you read through them
But down it goes either way
Lodged in my throat
The words don’t come out
Like the way I want it to
The pen is dry liquidation
It worsens my condition
I can’t seem to write
Write down these concerns
Stuck and caught
In the moment
The pen hits paper
My words choked up
My vision is blurry
The dry ink got wet
Now I thank the liquid in my eye
-soulwriterj
some days our worries are well above our heads, high in the clouds, we can't see the start or the end, we have lost our voices, choked on our own tears, we lack understanding and wisdom, the left is right and right is left. some days we can't speak but try and write your concerns down, let it go, burn the piece of paper, pray on it, but let it go, let it out.