I sit and patiently wait
Thoughts are bound to come soon.
Feeling from my heart will erupt
Written down into a rhymed tune.
I sigh and stare out the window
I'm trying so hard to think
My hand is waiting ready
But it's like Iíve run out of ink
I know I shouldn't force it
But I write to heal my heart.
To shake off this darkness
For my life is wanting to start.
I take deep breaths
But only make myself feel dizzy
I'm sick of this limitation
I don't even feel like me.
I feel my spirit sink
All I want to do is write.
This darkness is getting stronger
I fear I'm losing worded my sight.
I feel my eyes water
And a tiny tear hit the page.
I desperatley want to write freely,
But this heart has too much rage.