Finding
"Finding"
It's for the release.
It's for the rhyme.
It's for the rhythm.
And falling away from time.
I write for the freedom.
I write to bind.
I write to lose myself in a world of black and white,
To see the colors rise up in a prism
From pad to pen,
To hear the music ring,
From the flowing script.
I write to remember
In memories of ink and well worn paper.
I write to foretell
A future unknown.
I write to be heard,
Words as quiet as a whisper.
I write to believe
In courage found in beautiful words.
I write to fly
Through the cell window of the world.
I write to soar
Right into the dreams of the heart.
I write to write.
In the pen I find solace.
I write to write.
In the words I find me.