I write from a place that’s dark
Giving light to my sorrows
I cry
My pen pressing against paper
I write
Stories not told in real life
Kept into my heart cage
It fades when
I write
About monsters no one else can see
Hunting my dreams
To get rid of them
I write
About my past
Those good and those bad
Those kept deep down inside
I write
To set me free
Where my ink can be anything
Giving life to what’s unseen
I write
About me and every other human being
Telling their stores through my hands
With my own magic pen
I write
The tales of
Love
Relationships
Family
Religion
Sadness
Death
I write
All things that I could never say