What can I say?

From the moment

My pen touched the paper

And my emotions gave it life

My happiness was a lie

A falsehood I forgot wasn't real

It's become second nature

As natural as existing

Writing I mean.

It's part of who I am

No longer my escape from a world

I didn't want

It was overrun bogged down with feelings

Too deep for words.

When I am writing

I know myself more.

Reviews

[Adelheid]

Your feelings are concise and well put. I enjoyed this piece.

[Meraki]

Thank you, I'm glad you did.