Escape Into Poetry

There are words that spill across the paper
As I try to capture it all before it disappears
Into the void; they keep me safe. The shaper
Of my thoughts. Some normality reappears
And I can go back to the girl who fell in love
With eloquent words and sentences that she
Wants to escape to. With every beautiful dove
That shows up within her mind she gets to be
In her own world and away from the pain
For a little while. She forgets about the stain.