A Release of Poetry

Pieces shatter onto the floor;
A note in red ink - taped to the door.
She wonders how long this will last
-all she wanted to do was to push it to the past.
The click of the pen, as she scrawls her life -
on a scrap of torn paper she writes.
Black, and blue.
Broken, and used.
All the things she keeps inside,
All the feelings she'll continue to hide,
Everything she feels will go into this pen;
Mix it up, break it up, then flow out again
A release of poetry.