I write and I write til my hand starts to ache
But it’s worth all the pain when the thoughts in my head
Are untangled enough for my mind not to break.
Like a brain hurricane that will never give in
Anger and joy beat the walls of my skull
But with my secret weapon I’ll drown out the din.
Pen over paper and flooded with ink,
Drawn down from my head through my neck arm and hand
Come thoughts that I’m no longer able to think
It starts as a letter, a word then a sentence
Filling page upon page with uncensored reflection
On ridicule, ruthlessness, rage and repentance.
Like lakes full of mud that get stirred up each day
My big pensive mess was too cloudy to see through,
But now all the mud has been siphoned away.
Whenever I feel a storm brewing inside,
I know there’s a place I can send all the rain
With writing I know I have nothing to hide
So over the paper I let my pen glide
And like breaking a damn there’s no stopping the tide
Until each little droplet of feeling’s been cried.
