Victims of my Words
It has been too long
Since I wrote down a chapter or typed
Way too long
I forgot how just therapeutic it is
The peace
A gliding ink against the paper
The click-clack of the strokes on my keyboard
It is like flushing my mind
From all the crowded scenes that nagged for me to just write
The characters scheming and lacing themselves through and through
Every thought
Every breath
Every time I blink
Embroidery never sounded better than this though
The sigh of content after the last period decorates the end of a sentence
And one after another…
A chapter comes to life
A world comes to life
It feels so damn good to let go and write
The feelings I liberate through such a simple task
Leaves me with fewer pounds resting upon my shoulders
Knowing my words can capture victims
And keep them prisoned inside the cage of my words
