Pick Up the Pen and Write

Not a word is said, but thoughts are insight.

It resembles songs long gone on cassettes,

So I choose to pick up the pen and write.

I am in search of words from left to right.

I know that my voice resembles regrets,

Not a word is said, but thoughts are insight.

Blaming myself and running from the light,

Knowing I can’t heal while everyone forgets,

So I choose to pick up the pen and write.

I am to sensitive to start a fight;

Instead, I hold on like clips and barrettes.

Not a word is said, but thoughts are insight.

I think I am healing, I feel alright.

My dreams are no longer frightening threats,

So I choose to pick up the pen and write.

Whether I’m happy or sad, day or night;

Content with life or looking for outlets.

Not a word is said, but thoughts are insight,

So I choose to pick up the pen and write.