A pen in my hand,
A crumpled napkin in front of me,
An idea forming.
Quickly i jot the idea down,
Before I lose it forever.
Some people think writing is just for entertainment.
But it's much more.
Feelings vent onto paper,
Slowly pain melts away.
Writing is a form of therapy.
Giving a person a way to express themselves.
Tears fall onto scrap of paper,
As a memory is written away.
Pain, sorrow, misery,
But also the happy moments of joy,
Become something more.
In the mind things are constricted,
But on paper they grow.
Blossom into something new.
A poem about a heart break.
A story about love.
A script of history,
Of memories and wishes.
Sometimes they are just ideas,
But slowly something of yourself
Sinks into the paper.
Whether a feeling,
Or a part of your heart and soul.
It rests on the paper,
Waiting for others to read.
Writing is a form of therapy.
Its a way that everybody listens
To what is happening
Inside.
