The Unspoken Thoughts

I write...

When my heart constricts,
Pain of holding is too much,
And inside me is an apocalypse
A lone tear grazes down my cheek
Ending softly on my lips;
And my throat goes tight
To save my sanity
I write.

I write
And pour my heart out.
To me
It feels better than screaming loud.
I write
To feel like drenching in rain,
To let go of this stupid pain.
I know
My writing does not go vain,
As only my words keep me sane.

My words
Carry more meaning
Than they are assigned;
By them
All my sheden tears
Are defined.
All my little secrets,
Are contained in my words.
To me,
They mean more than the swords.

A blank paper
Kept on the table,
Gazes straight in my eye,
Piercing and stable;
Nudges me to write
And release my fright.
It assures me
That it's willing to bear
All my crys, my gloom and my fear.
And I trust it on it
As I sit
Pondering where to start?
Giving to it
My life's most fragile part.

The pen
That I hold,
Coaxes me
To speak of the untold.
Sighing deeply I begain,
Feeling all over again
All those stabs that I felt.
I cried but wrote
Of all those times
Before the wicked fate, when I knelt.

I write
Thinking of all those sleepless nights,
Taking my pain to a different level of heights,
To let go of all my frights,
To release what's buried in me deep inside.

I write
Not for something sparkling bright,
But for the hope of a little light.