When the weight of the world is too heavy
Or my mind is full to the brim
When the people I love are fighting
for a smile,
their eyes sad,
shoulders stooped.
When all around me seems troubled
And it seeps down into my soul
wakes me in the middle of the night
I tip toe into my office
snap on the desk light
and write.
*It never ceases to amaze me how writing soothes me. It unburdens, eases, explains, calms, lifts all the thoughts from my brain, empties them on to a page. There is no need to make poetry, though sometimes that comes naturally. Just the act of writing itself is a balm.
If I can’t sleep, I write. If I am worried, I write. Everyone has this tool, but not everyone uses it.
I couldn’t have said it better.
If you are ….you should be writing:
