I have written of pain

I have written of pain
and yet I still feel pain
I have written of sorrow
and yet I still feel sorrow
I have written of anguish
and I am still full of anguish
I have written of grief
and yet I still grieve
I have written of my anxiety
and today I feel very anxious
I have written of the darkness
and I still cannot escape it
I have written about death
and I can feel its cold stare


I have not written much of happiness
and yet I still feel happy
I have not written much of smiles
and yet I still smile (on the inside)
I have not written much on laughter
and yet I am able to laugh
I have not written much about love
and yet I still feel love
I have not written much about the light
but I know it is there...