In the past
I'd find myself
Experiencing an existential crisis...
But then
I'd jump into the pages of books
To escape my own terrifying reality.
And as I settle into the fictional world,
As I get acquainted with made up characters
And as I get captivated by the beautiful imagery the words of the author create :
The unanswerable questions dissipate
And sanity is restored -
My heart rates slows down
And life doesn't seem so scary again.
(((
But
I've learned a new trick...
I no longer page through chronicles
Just to distract my overthinking brain...
Instead I write
Until all the fear in my mind
Has been drained onto several pages of paper.
I write until peace becomes tangible.
I write to address the problem
Instead of running away -
And I slay the grotesque monsters
With the ballpoint of my black pen.
YOU ARE READING
Writer's Whispers
PoetryIt's only at night that you hear the faint whispers of the writer's pen trailing paper. [COMPLETED]