loosing touch with the inner me
running away form the pen i see
loosing sight of what's deep within
fighting to breathe yet suffocating myself
you see the pen and the paper didn't do it any more
writing journals and poetry just seemed too emotional
lost touch of how to handle things
trying to deal with it like she did or like he would
forgetting i'm a different girl
i don't talk it out, i write it out
lost my stamina lost all balance
plunging deep into despair
attempting to please the world that lacked appreciation
worldly approval that didn't quite take it all away
remembering i have an Eternal Father
yet keeping Him at bay
no more love letters no silent prayers
no invocations on Him
as pride was in the way
but waking up to a new day
i pick my paper and pen
flashbacks on my former love letters to my Lord
reminiscing on bleeding ink onto paper
bringing peace to my mind
then it suddenly dawns on me
i'm simply married to my paper and pen
hence i'll find healing in my writing away..
i'll pour out my heart through this lovely blessing of self- expression
i'll pour out my heart to God but not as everyone does in
i'll do it through my paper and pen.
i'll be the girl who found healing and changed the world through paper and pen.
changing the world a word at a time
