Release

My favorite spot, down the block, 'cross the street, pass the docks and around the bend.

That's where you'll find me with a journal and pen.

Writing lines, making rhymes, killin’ time.

In search for that peace of mind in the midst of this chaotic bind.

Emotions poured onto empty pages.

Joy, happiness, grief, sadness, anger.

Pressure builds just below the surface, feelings bottled up inside.

Like a volcanic eruption my emotions flow like lava as pen and paper collide.

Unspoken words and hidden feelings come to light.

Heavy words consume page after page.

With each stroke of my pen the pressure subsides.

A wave of comfort washes over and peace settles in.

And just like that, I'm fine.