With the touch of my hand to the paper,
I am powerful
I am free

My pen is my messenger, and I am the queen
Everything in my kingdom holds shards of me

The possibilities are endless, and I can breathe
The world outside no longer binds me

My actions eventually form a blur
As I slip into the deepest abyss
Writing stanza after stanza; scribbling and scratching away

The flood is irresistable, the words flow out
And as I fall deeper and deeper
The intensity mounts

When I finally find myself standing between reality and what I see
And I feel my feet hit the floor of the abyss
The trance shatters

Now fully sober and aware of what I really see
I see how important writing is to me; I need it to breathe