When my voice fails to start

I rely on the lyrics in my heart

To alleviate my mental strain

And let the paper soak my pain

I let the words dance in my veins

but once they build up into clotted chains

That's when my head starts to feel the heat

I must trust in my hand with a pen to feel complete

Stress , love, and happiness all has weight

And when it gets too much I suffocate

Reaching - searching - I grasp for one inhale

to give me a moment to locate my paper pill 

So with blank pages starting back at me

I break the clock for the rhythm to come naturally

Then I grab a pen and just let it bleed

Cause my reason to rhyme - now I can finally breathe