Soulful Words From A Broken Spirit

Writing

I've been missing dancing around in my head,
Trying to figure out who I am and what's my purpose,
And I've come to the conclusion that I'm a writer,
Through and through this ink pumps in my veins,

Lines play in my head as if I'm trying to catch a melody,
Heart pumping with excitement just to be pushed to life,
Hand jolting from writing my experiences and vice,
The good side and my darker half, angels and demons,

All on one accord to speak feelings within these words,
Whether they resonate in your head depends on how they're received,
I've taken my time to grieve now it's back to what I love,
I was lost these few days now I'm as free as a dove,

This is my passion this is my truth the only thing I'm good at,
You take writing away from me you take the essence of my happiness,
You're taking breath out of my body,
Crippling my ability to function for it's the fabric of my existence

These words set me free from a cage that I'm stuck in,
Afraid to venture outside of that barrier for the fear of the unknown,
But when I'm writing I'm bold I can jump that boundary,
Knowing that in this world of writing I'm truly truly home.