I had forgotten how writing can heal even the most broken hearts
How thoughts come to life by spilling ink
The words that flow from my fingertips are my diary
These poems save my life
I have slowly fallen apart
And only when I allow my feelings to fall onto paper do I feel whole
My soul is shattered and broken
But being able to let that out
Helps me so much
My pain can become overbearing
The joy, too much to let out
My fury too hurtful to tell others
But these sentences and letters
Help release the tension, excitement, stress
Poems are not just words
They are my life put into a colorless picture
I scream out my fears on blank paper
I had forgotten what writing can do
But now I certainly remember
Writing is my passion
