Where I find solace in this crazy world... |
Life comes at me full throttle There is no chance to breathe My life force is stifled I fear I will suffocate... Anxiety builds Sending me into Paralyzing fits That leave me shaky And unable to focus. I can sit here and let it happen Let it overwhelm me Leave me a lump of oozing puss... Or I can take up my pen And fight back. With my trusty pen Or my fingers on a keyboard I can reconnect to that inner part, That inner part that needs saving From the demands the world makes. It may seem vulnerable And alone, it is... But when it reconnects with my trusty pen Things break open; Thoughts take flight Emotions surge and find their voice; What was lost in the siege of demands Is refocused into viper concentration. I learn what is necessary And I write my way back Back into my Self. I write my way back Into wholeness Into plenty Into productivity The dominating society wants to crush me. Me with my writing... We are a powerful force. I am able to kick off the bullies that try to silence me... Writing helps me find my Light And that light helps me to guide others Teaching them and showing them That writing is the way My way To reconnect And find my source and my survival Through this crazy, messed up world That threatens my sanity. I am A Writer. 49 lines. Prompt for: Jan 3, 2016 (Fyn) ▼ |