Letting Out Steam
Through writing I can allow my words to come out freely,
the walls that shut me in can come down.
I feel the pressure leaving,
like a screeching teapot
taken off the flame.
I see what I write,
not the other way around.
My oh-so linear thinking, the logic that drives me, steps aside.
And all I have to do is feel.
No one asks more of me.
Nothing.
Nowhere else I need to be.
Just me.