Writing

If writing is a part of me
And something that I have stopped
Then, where is the self expression I need?

It's clear there's a clot,
And a catastrophe
For this smothering of other brain
Is winding me up daily and making me feel insane.

So confusing is this battle I feel I am losing,
But with only one contender,
I have to pretend
To be stronger than I am.

The pen is my sword,
Helps me battle with the words and
Thoughts and feelings abound.

Watching the emotions as they flow -
Feelings I didn't know

Falling to the paper,

Crashing to the ground.

© Leonora Sophie