Call me what you will, crazy or weird,
I’ll sit down and write, my thoughts to be cleared.
Too long it’s been since a pen in my hand,
It’s time to take a stand.
The words, they flow, pushed by rage and fear,
From my head to the paper, they disappear.
So I’ll write them down, to get them out of my head,
Beware what you say, or to the world it’ll be spread.
My thoughts are jumbled, chaotic and wild,
But through writing them down, I’ll become reconciled.
The page is my canvas, my pen is my brush,
I’ll paint my emotions, my heart will gush.
I’ll write about love, about loss and despair,
I’ll write about hope, about dreams that we share.
And when I’m done, and the ink has dried,
I’ll read my words, and feel so alive.
For writing is magic, a gift to us all,
A way to express ourselves, and answer the call.
So call me what you will, crazy or weird,
I’ll sit down and write, my thoughts to be cleared.
I’ll keep on writing, until my mind is at rest,
And share my words, with those who know best.