when i cant find the words to say
i write
they become my inner most
that i can be
hidden behind the pen and paper
she lives
she thrives
nothing about her is visible
she makes the unknowing known
she shares with me
the most beautiful of thoughts
words unspoken
i am heard
proclaiming my territory
she smiles down on me
with the joys of knowing
i exist
that i have taken form
and with my wings
the wind guides me
when my voice is lost in the chaos
and my screams fade away with the clouds
i turn to words written in ink
no mater how loud the world becomes
in the impressions there is peace
in my own mind
she wanders with no end
but found she is
with paper and pen
-Lyrical