When I Write

Catching thoughts

freeing my soul  

Bleeding words

feels like a gift

It makes me realize:

I’m able

It stuck with me

to sift

To express

and see

what’s real

And be calm

and found

and feel

What I’m really

all about

When I’m silent

and I’m loud:

Emotions can be

overwhelming

And pain

can be so strong

My happiness's 

mostly excessive

Then saneness

seems long gone

But this here

will always ground me

Be my anker 

be my truth

I use my words

'cause they’re the key

To show I‘m

 honest

brave

and bruised.

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