Writing Is My Therapy Against My Madness... Poem by John F. Bisner Ureña.

I can without blinking say that without a doubt
in my individual case I have produced and been
happier during the silence of my nights,
in that intimacy my keyboard is my pen,
my mind the inkwell and my thoughts my writings,
each word that completes an idea is like a
magic link in a chain rubbing a canvas
creating graphic images in the minds that
page by page they read the dreams with
expectation of a common and wild being,
an inveterate dreamer who has trusted
the divine power of an Almighty and that
in Him she has placed his innocent being
and his longings.

So,
with freedom to feel and crystallize
a life purpose and
authentic reason for being human.

Today already mature,
'I believe in myself,
I do not limit myself,
nor do I condition myself '
for nothing or nobody,
I spend my days doing what I please
and brings happiness,
I did not allow them to treat me like
one more expendable,
No gentlemen! ...

I learned to value time and my human being,
sometimes i feel like one of those treasures
ancient ones that you seldom observe but
they never go out of style,
that classic that always looks good
and draws attention,
today I honor the presence of my being
with honor and pride with the commemorative
medal the one that the pleasure of literature rewards,
with the difference that I enjoy all this in life
and it does not matter in the least that the wrinkles,
the law of gravity,
Social problems,
and other things try to replace the old...

And all this that I scribble today,
they are not unnecessary excuses,
but yes,
a reality of fault perhaps of the laws
universal and natural biological factors
of the human being,
especially when the time reaches you and
offers a stick of sweet milk being diabetic,
when you come to an authentic spiritual point of
reflection and dialogue with your inner being
transcends further as the words align with your mind,
wishes,
and dreams.

When you feel that each link is strengthened
with the divine magic of an Almighty who
benevolently bless your actions and allow
that you follow your way,
nothing ties you, everything is infinite and possible,
finally my mother's words,
of my grandfather Pedro and those of
Dr. Wayne Dyer,
make sense.