The Gift

We seek inspiration
Lost souls searching for answers
We write down our thoughts in words
In hope of shining some light on our own dilemmas
The therapy is the cure or is it the disease
The words swirl around our heads
Driving us on in search of answers
If I say I will die will it happen
Will the thought become reality
Or will it be erased from my mind
Screw up all the negative thoughts and throw them all away
Start all over again but I have no answers
Writing is the only therapy that works
If I can write one great poem maybe I will break the chains
Unleash the tempest and let the thoughts flood my mind
Sensory overload - still I sit here in my chair
Writing down my thoughts
If I get recognition will the flow of words end?
Will I no longer have the urge or the need to write?
Creativity is my reason for being
I will continue to write and shine light on the world
We are the writers of the world
Shining light on our innermost thoughts and desires
We aid understanding and knowledge
We provide the basis for positive action
With understanding comes peace
I lay down my pen and begin to dream
And thank God for the gift of creativity