Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Why I Write.

I‘m trapped in my mind,
A padded cell that I share with my emotions.
Hell, they seem as crazy as I am…
Happiness is crying, and Sadness is laughing,
Anger is apologizing to the mistakes that keep crowding in,
Anxiety and worry huddle together like twins in a corner.
Ambition reaches for success, but she is always out of reach.

I move over to make room for my heart.
It’s an old companion, it comes and goes.
When it loses control, they put it in here.
It’s spinning around the room screaming,
Hurling its’ dark desires and relentless needs
My mind can’t hold it; the walls burst.

They all escape and flee the psych ward that is my mind.
I have to think quickly, they can’t make it to the outside.
I force them to detour, they rage down my arms.
My hands shake as they storm through.
They race from my fingertips onto my keyboard.
I trap them in a poem and free myself.


No comments:

Post a Comment