My bottled up emotions just need an out let,
So I grab a pencil and start writing,
The words flowing so naturally,
Even if they only sound right to me,
I always know what they mean,
And the people who really understand them,
Know me.
I close my eyes as the words in my head form sentences,
And then phrases that my hand has to race to get out,
Rushing along the page until there’s no more room,
Setting my emotions free,
Lightening myself from the stress of the day,
So my soul is once again washed clean,
Ready for anything.
So as long as the emotions come,
And as long as the words surge from me,
It’ll keep my world revolving,
Keep my days moving,
Keep me
Alive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem