Writing It All

It is when you look at me with pain in your voice
And anger in your eyes I have to write it all down
Before it all gets brushed away. I have no choice
If it gets in my head. When you wear your crown
I write that down too. I write for those minutes
And moments in between, when there is nothing
To be said, but words are written with no limits
On paper. It is when we are walking and running
Fast the words come back to me. Even when we
Are laughing or smiling or crying is when things
Sharpen and shape up. Just having you and me
Is enough. We are either floating with our wings
Or sinking until we hit rock bottom. Either way
We are getting out of this with poetry to keep
Us alive and breathing on our own. Night and day
Mesh together, but like blood words soak deep
Within our pores. It all stays under our skin
While being embedded within our hearts and
Souls. It is like sending prayers and every sin
To a trusted person to hold within their hand.
That is why I write… To help everyone heal
And feel like they have a voice. No one is full
All the way or always blessed but we all deal
With complex feelings and emotions. I pull
People into the light to see things better with
My words instead of sitting in the darkness,
Feeling all alone. Everything easy is a myth.
Together, it is about feeling the starkness.