Desperate to escape the chaos
I reach for my formula of medicine
Journal and writing implements in hand
Slipping quietly into oblivion
My thoughts become an epiphany
Exploding in my head
Furiously I write them down
Capturing all before they are dead
The clear night
Gave forth to brilliant stars
Lighting the sky
Like a fireflies in jars
The soft breeze
Was calming my soul
Musical leaves fluttering
I will soon again be whole
My words move quickly
Across the page
Reminiscent of ballerinas
Dancing on a stage
My heart empties
Its tears of pain
Forming verse so beautiful
Reminding me I am sane
When inside my head
Becomes dark and captured
I can set the demons free
With writings enraptured
Flowing effortlessly
Like waters in a stream
Unleashed onto paper
As if in a dream
Therapy for my head
The jumbled pieces of my brain
Coming together in harmony
My heart does not beat in vain
The pen is mightier than the sword
My words are my power
Grounded by my enlightenment
While adversaries inhabit ivory towers
Christine Bolton
