Journal
Apr 27, 2021
When writing gives comfort,
as words fill pages and pages of blank sheets.
Unprocessed thoughts unfurl,
seeing parts of an entire whole.
The abstract becomes real,
when thoughts turn into pieces of dark ink.
The inexorable flood of thoughts become tamed,
as words efface the obscurity in the mind.
Deep pains and fears are unmasked,
letters like dawn end the night to expose the face of the earth.
Gratitude and calm nowhere to be found,
are unearthed like fountains in the darkest of midnights.
Happiness trickle like spring water,
faith is the structure directing the flow of the heart and filling the night with incredible joy.
What great marvel is to be human,
in writing we find the spirit and body embodied in one.