Fingers to type,

Typing to composing, 

Composing a masterpiece to 

Master peace within one's self.

I call this pen therapy,

where the words flow

as they take care of me. 

Slave to the pen.

Hoping to forget my sins

As my world seems alright 

I pretend.

As I'm writing these words

the letters appear effortlessly, 

Combining and intertwining 

Creating vines of sentences 

Sprouting into a poem or spoken word

with soft music wasing the creation process

Expressing my deepest thoughts. 

Soaking together in a notebook I call

My Rehabliation Center.

Words-on-words,

See-them-grow;

Words-on-words

See-them-grow