The Way Out

Sometimes I write frantically,

in an attempt to fill the silence,

sometimes to silence the noise

in my head.

I pour the words out,

scrawling on page after page,

not because the words are coming too quickly,

but because I am afraid of what will happen if the words stop altogether.

 

I try to write around

the dark images in my mind

that fill me with apprehension and sadness,

I try to expel them before they start to

fester.

Sometimes it works,

sometimes I become tongue tied

and the darkness consumes me

before I am able to break through.

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